Sad Poems

How Do You Do It?

Sometimes I wonder how you do it.

How can you sit back and watch yourself hurt someone so bad and not feel any guilt.

You say things to me, about me, and behind me.

And you still look at me the same way.

With those eyes of green searching for the answers inside of me.

You want to know everything.

You want to know how I feel and if I am truly hurting inside.

You just have to ask.

And I'll tell you.

I'll tell you that you were the first boy I ever loved.

You were the one who took my heart and locked it inside yours.

You placed my fingers in between each one of yours.

And in the end,
You took that heart and shredded it to pieces.

You could have just ripped it in half.

Then it would be easier to put back together.

But instead,
You tore it.

Piece by piece you shredded it.

And no one can fix it.

No one wants to.

Because they look at what you made me.

A girl with permanent tears painted on her face.

I am now just an empty void.

There is no desire to want to love again.

Because now there is only the fear of ruining what I've tried so hard to build up.

~Anonymous~