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Aug 2016
Queen **** up..

I'm finding it so hard to shake this boy,
Even thought im his verbal, punch bag toy,
No love or respect consistently shown,
And it's not going to change, for a while this Iv known,
Lies and sadness are burning my soul,
Pushing me further into this black hole,
But I stay! Scared! Afaid to be lonely,
Finding ways to make the darkness Homly,
The babies are sad and are hurting too,
You'd think that would be enough to finally get through,
But still I can't shake off this man,
Gullibly high on "im doing all I can"
THe tears leave my eyes so often, im drowning!
For the worlds biggest **** up I await my crowning,

:(
Peachycooke
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Peachycooke  England
(England)   
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