I was happy
For three days
I didn't want to see my crimson on my flesh
Three days I didn't want to cut so deep I could see my muscles move
You brought him up
You tore me down
I know you are hurting also
But the adult for once
And keep that from me
I was happy
For three days
I could laugh and joke with genuine
You ruined that
The closest thing I have to a parent at this point is my brother
Now twenty two year old should have to take on the burden I carry
You say you love me
At least I know that's not a lie
But I need more than love
I need someone to help me
To defuse my bomb of emotions
You just keep adding more danger to the bomb
I need to get away
But i don't know how
You're ruining me
I was happy
For three days
You ruined it
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Sorting Poems Of A Pessimistic Optimist
PoetryThese are basically poems that I use to sort out my emotions and such. The poems might be really cheesy and stuff just because the type of emotions I need to sort out most of the time. I will still update the other poem collection but I will post lo...
