The things you have said,
I can't just forget.
The things you have said,
aren't forgivable.
You thought you were fine,
somethings you don't just get.
You thought you were fine,
but you weren't able.
Those words really hurt,
badly mentaly.
Those words really hurt,
piercing through my soul.
You aren't forgivine,
I accept gratefuly.
You aren't forgivine,
but what was your goal.
You had problems,
you couldn't control.
You had problems,
but its sill hurting.
You've gotten better,
still I have a hole.
You've gotten better,
but I'm still alert.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
The things you have said,
I can't just forget.
The things you have said,
aren't forgivable.
You thought you were fine,
somethings you don't just get.
You thought you were fine,
but you weren't able.
Those words really hurt,
badly mentaly.
Those words really hurt,
piercing through my soul.
You aren't forgivine,
I accept gratefuly.
You aren't forgivine,
but what was your goal.
You had problems,
you couldn't control.
You had problems,
but its sill hurting.
You've gotten better,
still I have a hole.
You've gotten better,
but I'm still alert.
To someone who started it all. . . . my amazing, digusting, and endless mountain of mental health.
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