Some words
Have sharp little daggers
Attached to their letters
And the words you used
Tore me up inside
You lied
And I tried
Not to cry
How could you lie
About suicide
How could you lie
About self harm
Something like that
You just can't take back
You think it'll be just fine
We'll be friends
But no friend
Has hurt me like that
With those little daggers in hand
You ripped up my heart
It's broken again
(ja.rs)
YOU ARE READING
Alone
PoetryPoetry is one way I cope with depression. I just want to warn you they can get pretty dark. I hope you enjoy. Book One of Depression Poetry Series
