You ruined me.
Did you know how much pain you'd put me in?
Did you even care?
Or are you so arrogantly selfish that it didn't matter?
I like to believe there's good in everyone,
But then you so ruthlessly disgraced me,
Stripped my worth to a mere object for you to play,
To grope, touch, to demean.
Was it worth it?
Costing me a million tears and sleepless nights,
All for a few moments of pleasure
Was it worth it?
I am nothing to you and you, me
You most likely don't remember me.
But why would you?
You aren't the one carrying the burden of feeling utterly worthless.
You are not the one,
Who hates their reflection in the mirror.
You don't think twice before wearing something nice,
Afraid of how others like you would react.
You live your life like normal,
It's me who shivers with disgust at the mere brush of a hand.
If you knew what you've done to me,
Would you still do it?
I don't want to let you win,
I don't want to remember what you did.
You are a vile creature who deserves what he's going to get,
And I really hope you do get it.
For now, I'll take one day at a time,
I know I will heal, and forget,
And what a glorious day it will be when I don't remember your disgusting face.
I wait for that day. -Me
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Poems
Poetry"We are writers, my love. We don't cry. We bleed on paper" -a. y. Just some poems written by me. I'll also include some that I really liked by other writers.
