Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Talking about her, She makes me sick. Looking at you makes me cry, You never seem to notice. The truth is in front of you, You're going to just get crushed. I can't save you, She can't control your life. I tried helping, I ended up getting smashed. My eyes were on fire, tears stained my phone. Both you and another stayed up all night, Trying to help me. The tears kept coming, So did the hurtful words. Not friends. Stupid. Dangerous. Lier. No one could help. I gave up, Nearly taking my life. Still giving you glares of pain. Why wont you listen?
0
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Helper Monkey
Talking about her, She makes me sick. Looking at you makes me cry, You never seem to notice. The truth is in front of you, You're going to just get crushed. I can't save you, She can't control your life. I tried helping, I ended up getting smashed. My eyes were on fire, tears stained my phone. Both you and another stayed up all night, Trying to help me. The tears kept coming, So did the hurtful words. Not friends. Stupid. Dangerous. Lier. No one could help. I gave up, Nearly taking my life. Still giving you glares of pain. Why wont you listen?
I'm better, for the most part...Please listen to your friends.
akira
Written by
Trans* Male
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem