I walk around with these battle scars
The wounds were deep
I tried to control the bleed
I walked alone worthless and nothing
I'm just damaged goods
You'll never know what you did to me
My own personal drug
Another type of hell
You pulled me in
One word was all it took
I was hooked
On all the things we were and could be
Then you left
I was stuck in withdraw
The pain struck with every breath of air I took
I won
Again, you came and pulled me in
I tried to fight back
To be angry and say enough was enough
Only you won
My emotional baggage was far too much
It made me annoying to you and everyone around
They all turned away
Slammed the door in my face
Left me wide awake at night
Just me and my damaged goods
Who will ever want Me?
The one who is bent, almost broken
Beyond repair and belief
It was time to say goodbye
And step into a new life
Without your addiction to draw me in again
YOU ARE READING
Paper Life
RandomThis is my shitty poetry book to help sort through the thoughts and feelings coursing through me. Some of it probably isn't real poetry but just words. NOTE: There will not be regular updates.
