You never noticed
You never knew
Because whenever we spoke
It was always you
We never talked about the pain
Or the blood on my wrists
We never discussed how I cried
Over people I'll always miss
We laughed
Maybe even cry
But I never thought
You'll be the one to say Goodbye
What did I do?
Why wasn't I good enough?
Was it bad for me
To always act so tough?
Now I sit here
Looking at that text
Tears running down my face
I thought what to do next
Now here we are
The words wrote, not said
Me, on the floor,
The blood running from my head
I apologise for everything
Everything I seemed to do.
For what made you hate me,
Eventhough I'll forever love you.
So this is it,
No need to sit and cry.
This time it's me
Who's saying 'Goodbye..'
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Author:
P. Rider (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 2nd, 2017 08:11
- Comment from author about the poem: This is what you make it
- Category: Letter
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Comments2
a sad one,,nicely expressed your thoughts through poem....
Thanks ^-^
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