I started writting poems as an escape. A way to get emotions out that i couldnt directly express to other people. |
I honestly thought he was the one.
Until the day he told me he was done...
You gave me your hand and we go through this...
whispering our truths as we plan on forever...
Im sitting in a dark room with no way out,
feeling so closed in as the walls start to spin...
I sit here as my world falls apart,
As they carelessly tear at my heart...
Her home is broken.
Her sadness is her families token...
I saw you in school today
And I couldnt help but stare...