You chased me around,
Just like a merry go round,
I don't understand,
The cuts on my hand,
They won't go away;To think I would enjoy,
Being nothing but a toy,
I'm scared,
But you don't care;I'm dying,
On the ground crying,
Just praying;It's nothing but a tragedy,
Just standing on this balcony,
It's nothing but a sin,
When I get pushed down by the wind;It's a softer landing,
It's more relaxing,
It didn't break me,
Not like the words you used to break me;Look at what you've done,
I'm gone;
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Life is Life.
PoesiJust little props (poems/songs) I've written to open the eyes. *I don't own any of the media work (art, etc)