I don't think you understand,
What you do to me when you hold her hand...
Snuggly faces in the corridoor,
Makes my heart break even more,
I forget what its like to live, to feel
Getting lost in whats fake or real,
You won her over...
I hope your glad...
Geting yourself lost in your overated fad,
The stronger the fabric the more pricy it is,
You'r the one who caused me to rip,
So I was worth nothing to you
But im not surprised,
I didn't have the prettiest smile or eyes
So one tragic day you come crawing back
Saying you were wrong
You ripped me from our love made once so strong
But I'm still worth nothing to you
For I am no longer a strong fabric
YOU ARE READING
a cutting poem-insecutity kills
PoetryPlease don't juge me for this. Cutting isnt for attention, and im not trying to get it. This is just some stuff I write through out the day and guys gals people of the world if you need some help im here. I wont juge you. So yea, hope you enjoy
