The stupid state you left me in
waiting at the door;
you didn't show up
and I'm crying on the floor
How could I ever think
that you'd come back for me;
every time I heard a footstep
my heart, it fills with glee
But it will never be you
approaching from outside;
so I'll sit here
butt-hurt and teary-eyed
As I wait with my last hope
I know the truth;
you never loved me
and I've wasted my youth.
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A Heart with Empty Pages
PoetryThe poems I write to help me deal with life =] ****Trigger warning: Some of this poetry addresses themes surrounding depression, self-harm, suicide, eating disorders, and sexual assault.
