going on

A Poem by Junger

after being use ( In a realtion )

Having you was all I wanted, your laugh was i have seen, nor a scream came out when we had fun, what haev you done, you broke this heart, which loved you which wanted you, but now i see why, used i could be, as a tool under 10000000 underwater will never be seen, just getting older and older with the presure getting on and in my body, with pain in my heart with no way of saying, you were the best i ever had, but now i can see that i was blinded with you, while i work to still gain your heart, there was another which you enjoy life with, no matter the danger you just destroyed a heart who loved you, now you suffer in a guy who hits, use and nevr tells you a thing, so why i am a tool why