HePo
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
KJ
Poems
Jul 2018
the cost of fixing
Every hope I've ever built up,
it all comes crashing down.
How do I always get stuck with the broken ones,
their scattered pieces on the ground.
I'm left to pick them up
and solve their messy riddle.
I put their pieces back in place,
no matter how brittle.
I make them whole and happy.
I make them tall and strong.
I give them my devotion and love,
but then they treat me wrong.
Because I picked them up,
and helped them start anew
they think that they're entitled.
I guess that's what they're used to.
They're accustomed to deference.
They expect to be treated like queens and kings.
I let them abuse and use me,
each day brings a new sting.
I always realize too late,
getting hurt by their schemes and plans.
It's only when their true colors show
that I see bloodied red cuts on my hands.
#friendship
#fake
#friends
#hurt
#depression
#anxiety
#depressed
#broken
#used
#lies
Written by
KJ
22/F
(22/F)
Follow
😀
😂
😍
😊
😌
🤯
🤓
💪
🤔
😕
😨
🤤
🙁
😢
😭
🤬
0
490
Fawn
and
burntmallows
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems