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Jan 2014
stop talking to me

stop thinking about me

stop being sweet to me

stop calling me pretty

stop calling me sweet

stop treating me like i am something

stop being in love with me

i'm broken
wrecked
i'm the monster under your bed
weak is what i really am
and you shouldn't send me messages or try to see me

stop because i'm better of alone
it's not selfpitty
it's only the truth
only who i am
i would better be off dead
dead.
Written by
Vera
452
   Kaitlyn A Warnken and ryann
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