Leave...A Poem by She murdered herself with words
Why do you keep coming back?
Why do you keep taking things from me? Why are you trying to ruin my life? Does it make you feel good about yourself knowing your driving a girl to madness? Knowing that being in my life is killing me? Your literally pushing me to the edge We used to be so close Why'd I have to open my eyes Why'd you have to deceive me Why'd you have to stab me I tried to help you I tried to save you from the darkness That's what happens when you care too much You were falling deeper into the darkness and I was going down deeper to save you It was too late I was already engulfed by the darkness I was too blinded to see you weren't falling you were luring me into the darkness me? by that time I was nothing You made me feel like nothing But I tried to make you feel like you were everything I was your friend You had so many I tried to make friends like you too but you didn't like that you didn't like that people could like me more then you So you took them from me so I'd always come back to you You lied to me You told me they didn't like me because I wasn't good enough Told me I was messed up and weird and that I was lucky you were my friend You had lot of friends and when the next best toy came in you wanted that one until the toy didn't want you anymore Then you'd come crawling back to me all broken expecting me to take all your pain and handle it You made all your mistakes my fault It's really easy to point the finger at someone without pointing it back at yourself but I really can't point it at anyone other than you My sin was trying to leave you that was my fault but you know what at the same time leaving you was the best thing You even left and life was great And then you came back and everything started over again. It's just a repeating cycle I plan to end it © 2017 She murdered herself with wordsReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 25, 2017 Last Updated on May 25, 2017 AuthorShe murdered herself with wordsVergas, MNAboutI'm a bit of a complicated book I have thousands of stories to tell sometimes with no end or beginning more..Writing
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