Tissue for the Misuse
I need a tissue because I miss you,
Everyone use to beat you while I needed you,
I couldn't handle the pressure that was messured by you,
You use to teach me,
trying to eat me; all of my feelings,
The feeling where I couldn't handle the pain from where it was frammed,
It came from the shame,
You lied to me,
making me think I was already fried,
You used to make me believe I was deprived when I already arrived.
This poem is about:
Me