I hate how you can sit atop the world
Nothing hurts you, all is good
While I sit here shattered and hurt
I hide in the dark and cry for hours
As I imagine you laugh about all the things you find funny.
Was it all the pain that was funny, or was it just ours?
Why should you sit on your far away throne
While I break tenfold.
I hate that your okay,
And Im broken.
You've scarred me so bad, I don't know if I can ever look at anyone without seeing you.
Because I once loved you
Like a daughter is supposed too.
YOU ARE READING
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
