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Sep 2014
My emotions got the best of me.
of course you don't love me back
You just thought it would be "fun"

Cause it's so much fun to make someone fall in love with you
Only to rip it out of their chest

And leave them bleeding on the floor.

And I'm sick of others leaving me bleeding on the floor.

So I took it into my own hands.
I'm the one who made the ****
so deep it's seeping through the bandaid.

Are you having fun now?

I'm not. I'm racking my brain,
Asking myself why I'm not good enough for you-
Or anyone else.
I'm just a *******.
I'm just a ******* toy

You'll be curious about me,
Pick me up and play with me,
Until you find a flaw
Then you'll leave me in the back of your mind
You grew bored of me
You got what you wanted

so now I'm the one
Making myself bleed

So much for being "clean" for two months.
I threw that away.
Just like you threw me away.

I thought everything was better
I thought I was better

But you proved me to be
*so **** wrong...
Written by
Ciara  24/F/Hell
(24/F/Hell)   
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