there is no medicine to heal this kind of pain,
there is no way you can heal this by yourself,
but you cannot heal this with the person who made you sick,
you cannot keep telling yourself that he is the one, he will come back,
you cannot keep waiting for a response,
only to hear your screams hit you like the loving words that did not.
YOU ARE READING
I'm trying - short poems
PoetryA collection of short poems about things that people don't want to talk about.
