3 Dec 2014
I'm sick of being hurt. Loving tears. Hole in my heart. I'm sick of boys and they all need to grow up. This is not even about me it's about other people too. Boys say they like you but then they change their mind. Boys want to date you but then they don't. If you punched my over and over it would hurt less than this. I want to know what it's like to be happy single. I want to know what it's like to be happy in a relationship because when I've been both they've been the same. Boys don't care. What's the point in dating them? I'm sick if being hurt and used and tricked. If your intention is to hurt me I say let's play a game. It's called fuck off; you go first.
YOU ARE READING
The recollection of my misunderstood thoughts.
PoetryLife's a struggle and it's hard. There's nothing you can do. Just get trough it. I hate my life. There's nothing new. But when the sun is out and the sky is void of clouds you can't help but feel a smile is overdue
