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Aug 2017
Im short really short
The smallest of them all
I remember being higher
The tallest of the tall

I was too shy at first
To even be set up for the fall
Until they came along
And gave me somebody to call

Every single heartbreak
Cuts off a few inches
Wasnt enough left for a full repair
All they could do was stitch me

Hurt too familiar
It became so persistent
Hoping that you would realize your wrong
And start to miss me

You're not around nomore
So now i hurt from a distance
You don't love me today
I wish you would be more consistent

I hate I took all the drugs
Of your hugs and your kisses
Cause now I'm all messed up
Have to get a doctor to fix me

So That's enough for me
I don't want nomore please
Numb to all the pain now
So they cut me off at the knees

Body messed up
Heart turned to stone
It don't make it no better
That I can't walk on my own
SaeIt
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     ---, -A-, Hailey and Jungdok
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