My dried tears,
They stick my lashes together,
Keep my eyelids closed,
As if they're trying,
To protect me from all of this.
Are you happy with what you've made of me?
I put my heart into caring about you.
All of this could have been a lie,
Some manipulative game,
To you,
But for me,
I actually gave a shit,
And cared about you.
If what they have said is true,
If this comes back to bite me,
In a year's time,
Or even long after that,
I hope you know what you've done,
And that you wholly regret it.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
