I think I've moved on
I'm past you
I think I'm done writing about you
I'm done letting your memories control my life
But the funny thing is
I write best
When I'm writing about the shit you've done
The pain you've caused
My pained writing
Is the only gift I got from you
So thank you
For breaking me
To pieces that are unrecognizable
Because that drove me to my most creativity
But I'm finally at a point
Where I can finally say I've moved on
I can't let you control me forever
Thank you//fuck you
YOU ARE READING
Hellbound
PoetryThis book is to all of the broken souls out there. I feel your pain, I feel your sadness. Remember that you're much stronger, and you WILL get through it. I hope these words speak out to you and comfort you. I want you to know that you're not alone...
