I'll let you pick up the pieces of what you did to us.
You held me down and refused to let me reach my potential.
You made me suffer so that you could feel superior.
You wanted control and dominance.
It was either your way or no way, I was to be cursed if I rebelled.
I tried blocking you on everything I had, but you always found a way through.
Now you cry at my doorstep begging for forgiveness.
I'm tired of writing these damn poems about you.
You owe me much more than an apology.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Nights ||Poems||
PoetrySometimes I just need a way to express how I feel when I can't put it into words, I'm sure we all feel that way whether you're a teen or young adult. Mental health deserves to be heard, you deserve to be heard.
