You know what hurts?
The fact that I was a pawn
In your stupid game
I was a joke to you
You used me
You let me open up to you
Get used to you
I let my guard down
For once
I let them down
And then you showed your true colors
You stabbed me where it hurts the most
I told you about my weakness
And you used it against me
You hurt me exactly how he did
For once
I let my guard down
And you broke me again
It hurts
That I was a pawn in your game
That to you
I was replaceable
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...
