I didn't know forever was limited
I didn't know love was pain
I didn't know you'd leave me scarred
I Didn't know this was just a game
I don't know a lot I guess
And im done experimenting with this
This game is too dangerous
This game will cause death
This game HAS caused death
It killed the old me
Please
You don't understand
There's too much hurt
There's too much devastation
In this little "game"
And I'm sick of it
Of not understanding
I let you go
I'm setting you free
This game wasn't made for you
And you weren't made for me
YOU ARE READING
Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
