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Jun 2018
I know you know me very well
Shoot, I don't even know much about myself
I always thought I wouldn't be with anyone else
I'd always call but you'd never answer
Then I think about our times with all the laughter
It would always numb my pain
Your stressing me out
Your killing me
I'm on the bed, screaming
I love it yet I hate it
Some nights I can't just take it
Although my friends demand me to get you out my mind
They don't even know how hard, how much I tried
You stress me out, you **** me
You pretty much ****** me up
I don't think you'll know about all the **** your putting me through
I don't know how to make it stop
My mind just keeps on coming back to you
Josiah Archuleta
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Josiah Archuleta  18/M/New Mexico
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