You only ever looked for a reason
To tell.
A reason to take and take.
A reason to 'teach'.
You never looked for the signs.
The scars.
You only ever looked at what i was showing too much of,
And not what i was screaming.
You only cared about what you could see and try to mold
And fix.
But never for what i needed
To heal.
That's fine.
I'm better off anyways.
i like my pain. i like my blood.
'Not my blood, not my problem'
'You end up raped, i tried to tell you'
And you wonder why i pushed and pushed and pushed.
You.
You think you are better than me, and maybe you are
But you've never once "loved" me enough
To make me even think i was
good enough
for me.
You only tried to make me good enough
For you.
YOU ARE READING
For All Of My Lost Causes
PoesiaA book of poetry for all of the people out there who have been deemed Lost Causes. This is a book of pain and emotions that I want to share with people who are struggling like I have/am. There isn't a happy ending like other poetry, but it's genuine...
