You've taken your bad habits way too far,
You've stolen my heart as if it was a parked car.
My trust wasn't the first thing you've broken, and that's what gets me sore.
You've broken rules, windows, hearts and more.
You've been in every alley, cigarette in hand,
Trying to cure the pain, listening to some rock band.
You run away when you hear sirens,
And these days they chase you like admirers.
Forgive me for I cant keep protecting you anymore,
Please don't knock on my door.
I'll try to erase you completely,
But how can I? when you've engraved your initials on my heart so deeply.
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he's bad news.
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Emotional Torture.
PoesíaCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
