You're so confused
So torn
They say to you
Next time they cut
They will take their own lives
Is this good?
Or bad?
Poor girlie
You think it's bad
But you're not sure
There is so much pain in your heart
You love him
He wants to die
You wish you could help him
But you're already doing all you can
You wish
You could hate someone
Find an effigy
To direct your pain at
Me?
It's not my fault
I'm just a bystander
Watching from afar
Her?
You can't hate her
No matter how hard you try
She hurts just as much as
(more than?)
You
Him?
Of course not
He has no blame
He has caused pain, true
But it's not his fault
It's never his fault
You?
Oh yes, you
This is all your fault
Every ounce of pain
Has been self inflicted
You're a selfish coward
Had to tell people, didn't you?
Had to add to their already huge problems?
It always has to be about you
Why don't you just go die?
Make it easier on everyone
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThis is the story of two entities. Her and I. One urging for pain, the other holding onto hope. These are her words. Her views. Her ideas. How much longer can I live with Her?
