You brought me up in the skies
You made me feel things I've never felt before
You flew with me
You lifted me up
Little did I know, the ones that give us wings, heaven and paradise will drag us in hell as well
You left me up in the air
You got me hanging
You dropped me up above the clouds
You left me broken
You left me broken and you didn't do anything about it
I had to gather my own debris and build myself up
I had to put myself together
I had to fix me
I had to be whole again
I had to do it all alone once again
I fixed what you've broken
I helped myself
I did it all alone
Tell me, were you unaware of how you wrecked me?
Tell me, were unaware of how much damage you have given me?
Tell me, were you unaware of how heartless you were?
Tell me, were you unaware of your crime?
YOU ARE READING
How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoetryA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
