why can't
i go on with my life
you were never even mine
we don't even talk
anymore for god's sake
i wish i could go back
you know
appreciate my time as
a child because once
you're older you loose
connection with people
some are toxic
but the ones who you love
the pain sticks around like
a never healing unending
wound
-
it still hurts
YOU ARE READING
poems
Poetrywritten poems that my heart whispered to my broken hands as they typed at eerie hours of the night.
