I get mad at myself for caring this much.
I get sad because I know that i miss you.
I don't really know what I feel anymore.
I don't know what I did.
I need to know why did you do this.
I need to know why suddenly you turned me into a stranger.
You put me aside like a piece of vegetable that you don't like.
You put me in constant battle with myself.
You set my mind off again.
You set my depression free.
You could at least explain to me why I'm being replaced.
You could at least acknowledge what you did.
But you see I don't have the energy anymore.
If all this time you were planing on using me, congrats you did it.
I genuinely care about you.
Now I see that you were just playing with me.
I'm done.
It will take time to forget you.
You lost my trust,you broke me.
Just as I thought I was getting better, suddenly came the punch.
After the punch everything became black.
As I was waking up I decided I had enough.
My friend this is a goodbye.
Sincerely,
Your idiotic helping hand
----------------------------------------
Hey guys! I'm really sorry that I haven't been posting as much. I have a lot of work for school.
ShadowGirl
YOU ARE READING
Hideaway
PoetryA person with a pen in its hands can do more damage than anybody else. Everybody has something to help them cope with their problems. Mine is writing poems, if we could even call this poetry... Anyway enjoy.
