how could someone sit there and use someone like recycling.
i helped you, you wanted me to be there and i was.
until i realized, i was destroying myself helping you.
i was happy, i was me. but now, you took that and i cant get it back.
you sat there stabbing me in the back while i thought you just needed me to be there.
now, thanks to your decisions. i am alone, im not myself anymore
YOU ARE READING
a mind full of poems
PoesíaIt's hard to express emotion when you dont actually know how to put it in words. Poetry is a form of communication with the emotions we cant seen to express
