Why do you call just to cry,
When all you do is lie,
You expect me to listen,
To your bullshit again,
I wish I had it in me to walk away,
Even though I always stay.
I went through thick and thin,
Just to make you smile,
Now you take me for granted.
Three years gone wasted,
I forgave you everytime,
Now I feel stupid for trying.
YOU ARE READING
The Blackhole
PoesíaIt is a bunch if random poems that I have written in the past three years. It mainly focuses on feelings that I couldn't express.
