Goodbye, My love.A Poem by Try-to-Smilejust a poem
Toying, Playing,
These are things my heart goes through because of you, You hurt me when you do this, First you make me happy with words, Then sad with others, And your actions, Ignoring me, Making me feel stupid, But then yet again when i feel bad and angry, When i'm ready to make a move and yell or tell you, You say something sweet, Like call me cutie, Or yours, But it wont work anymore, My heart cant take it no more, It hurts to much and its happy to little, I need someone who will help not hurt, I need someone who will make me happy when sad, But i need someone who wasn't the one to make me sad in the first place, I need that, To live, Be happy, But you, Your not that, and if you are, Then you have a funny way of showing it. I cant take this pain, This stress, I'm to young to handle it, My heart has been smashed, And this time it cant be fixed, It cant be repaired, The pieces cant be glued or taped, They just lye strewed on my floor, According to you, Me and my friends aren't mature, According to you i'm more important, If i'm more important then you wouldn't have left, You wouldn't have literally got up from your seat and left, You wouldn't have made me cry so many times i stopped counting, You wouldn't have don't these things, yet you did, So what does that say, About you, About me, To me it says i'm not important, To me it says you don't care, If so then i'm not going to go through this, I'm not going to wait for you to leave, For you to say goodbye, So ill say it first, But before i go, Know this, I loved you, I truly loved you, Now i must go, Before i cry, Goodbye.
© 2012 Try-to-SmileAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on February 10, 2012 Last Updated on April 3, 2012 Tags: pain, importance, hurt, broken AuthorTry-to-SmileIn my room, probably crying, MEAboutHi, I'm Sarah!! I'm 15, and I'm a freshman in high school, and I hate myself with an extreme passion. If there was anything I could change about my life, it would be being born. If there was anything .. more..Writing
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