Sorry to bother you with my troubles but
How can you look at me and say that I don't look pretty
How can you look me in the eyes when you've called me slut, whore, or worse faggot
I want to know how you have forgotten all the hurt you've caused me
Cause I want to forget too but that can't happen
The words play on and on like a broken record
Never stopping as you add on more and more shame
You treat me like trash
Am I that below you
Even though you still hurt me I'll still say I love you
That's stupid of me but hey what can I say
Love is blinding
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Poems Of The Heart
PoetryThese are just some of my poems that I had wrote and wanted to share with others.
