You don't realize the things you say to me.
The things that hurt the most,
Because you know where you cut deep.
And when you do I bleed without knowing.
It's a natural thing now.
To hear your words scar my skin.
But you have no idea.
The pain it actually causes ,
Because you don't care anymore.
And neither do I.
There's absolutely nothing left.
For you or for me.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
