They say when your Broken
It can be fixed by the words not spoken
But it can't so I give up and say I'm Ok
So they reply by saying have a good day
No one realises it until your dead
That it doesn't matter about the words not said
But what no one knows is it matters about the words spoken
Those cruel words that you wrote on my locker and scribbled on my desk are the ones that left me broken
The words that caused my mum to dial 911 and scream I need a paramedic
Maybe now you will realise you hurt me and made me feel pathetic
But it's a little to late now I'm gone
I've now decided that love isn't something to wait on
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PoetryA bunch of short/longish poems I wrote myself It talks about suicide,self harm,and neglect a lot so if your not comfortable with that then you may not want to read this book!🙂
