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I was learning to go on after depression and stuff.


Submitted:Mar 9, 2010    Reads: 81    Comments: 9    Likes: 2   


I am sick of this

Cutting so I can feel again

Bleeding to know its real

Burning all of what you have done

Learning to be myself

I loved you

My heart is a constent reminder

Of what you did

To broken to fix

Waiting for a boy with a glue gun

I used to love you…

Now I will erased you,

What you have done,

Will never happen again.

I loved you

My heart is a constent reminder

Of what you did

To broken to fix

Waiting for a boy with a glue gun

I wont let you break me.

I will learn how to stand by myself,

So it's my fault if I fall

And my luck if I don't

I loved you

My heart is a constent reminder

Of what you did

To broken to fix

Waiting for a boy with a glue gun

I will do something you wont miss.

You never loved me

It was just an act

So you belonged somewhere.

I loved you

My heart is a constent reminder

Of what you did

To broken to fix

Waiting for a boy with a glue gun

Everytime I hear your name,

I die a little inside

I remember us and our tragic end

But you no longer matter

I loved you

My heart is a constent reminder

Of what you did

To broken to fix

Waiting for a boy with a glue gun

I have my label in this world,

The betrayed and broken hearted,

You can try to fight it,

Running wont help.





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