Always being fucked
Run down
Walked over
Thrown to the side
Like a dirty old condom
Ever stop and think about me ?
Every just stop flirting and playing with my emotions;
Stopping to think the lie your masquerading?
You're a virus
You're a killer
A tear in my heart
A tear that can't be put back together
I feel used
Bruised, played with
Shouldn't have let you win
Shouldn't have let you in
Words, that's all it was
Repeated words, and broken promises
YOU ARE READING
I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010
PoetryMindless thoughts and horrible emotions of my insanity spilled on paper for your eyes to see.
