I wear my heart on my sleeve,
Trying to find the right one,
To do me right for once.
I fell hard for her,
Never once did I think,
That she regretted every second with me.
I was living a lie for years,
Those I love you's,
Where nothing to her heart.
I grew attached,
And I'm trying to fight,
With every ounce she left me.
Zero energy left in me,
I'm crashing,
Drugs are it worse.
I wanted peace,
But I'm a slave,
I want to be freed,
Where the hell my pills at,
My only way to chill anymore,
The only way I'll save me from pain.
It's over...
I'm glad you broke me,
Because you left me with the greatest weapon of all,
A broken heart...
Goodbye.
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Poetry : A King's Poverty
PoesieA description of a king is almost defined by the way there Kingdom is perceive "Perfect" Nobody knows that, the ruler of the Land wears two crowns with two different coronation, One crown is for his might, the other is the side he never shows. As yo...
