You said that you love me. You said that you needed me. Then why the hell am I here sitting alone.
You said that you would catch me when I fall. Then why have you left me on the ground bleeding.
Well screw you. I don't need you to fix me. I will just pick myself up. Put a freaking band aid on it. And carry on. I don't need to hear your bullshit. You just open your mouth and noises come out.
So here is a tip for you. Listen carefully I will only say this once. SCREW YOU.
A/N This is purely fiction.
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Mish Mash of Poems
PoetryA collection of poetry with no set themes, all mish mashed together in one book.
