I need someone or something to help me get you off of my mind.
Why is it that you always pull me in,
in to your Hell Cell that only brings me pain.
You say you love me and you always will,
when in reality you're only after the kill.
I'm tired of crying,
and sick of trying.
When I know that all you wanted was to cause me pain,
with your stupid childish game.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of Love, Life, and Pain
PoetryThe fun, loving poems mixed with hatred, pain, sorrow, and agony. The reality of what people ignore and try not to see.
