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Another poem I wrote about depression and getting back at people. |
| There really is no other way To tell you that you hurt me I'm getting you back for all that you've done By making you feel guilty You taunted and lied and ripped out my soul All just for you to feel like a better person But by doing that you're not It makes you worse I try to hide my pain and scars But you throw them right back in my face Why do you feel the need to hurt me so much To try to make yourself feel better My friends and I are afraid of you We don't know how you'll hurt us next My mind is weakning from your harmful things Why can't you just leave me alone I've tried to understand why you do all this stuff I still can't figure your little secrets out All my thoughts and memories of you Are like empty pages in a journal There is no hope for you Why did I ever try to be close to you I still can't figure it out |