scars

We use to hang out, but why do i deserve this hurt? whats there to fix once im broken?

you left scars mentally and made me do it physically... but now im fine without you.

cause i dont need a fake person, a adult dating a minor, a backstabber, a cheater,

a life threatning person! you leave scars where my mind cant compute.

im broken...

This poem is about: 
Me

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed. Never stop sharing your heart. 

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