"Please don't hurt me anymore.
My body is sore,
My legs are numb,
Please, I'm not dumb,
I promise I won"t run,
Just put down the gun.
Can we go back to how was before?
Everything hurts down to my core,
Just please don't hurt me,
Don't you remember how it used to be?
I just want-"
And then he left, nonchalant,
My body just laying there,
Blood soaking my hair.
Funny thing is, he used to be my best friend
But this was The End.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoesíaSome of them are from my own experiences, and some are not. Good luck trying to figure out which ones are what... ;P
