Why does it seem like everyone walks all over me like I'm the ground...
Treat me like they can spit on me treat me like I'm nothing.
If you want me
Love me don't hurt me
I tend to let my heart go and let it become broken each and every time someone wants to have me...
You all must be thief's cause you stole my heart and tore it up and thought it would've been something worth it. I guess my name doesn't make sense anymore fine as jewels how is my name Jewel when I am treated as if I am worth not a cent. So forgive me if you really do love me and want me I just wouldn't know what to say, everyone has said the same thing... I'm lost and confused and most of all hurt so please if you do care whoever you are that is out there don't break my heart. Just as my name is I know deep inside me that I am as fine as jewels so don't steal from me my heart is precious and not meant to be broken.
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The Flower that Grew
PoetryA collection of poems written over the course if childhood to adulthood. Enjoy. All works written only by me. Currently adding more and more to my story consisting of poems.
