broken hearts, love

Bullet

You said grab my hand, come to me when you feel sad

Now where do I go ?

Who do I seek?

the pain I feel inside my heart

How can you heal it?

when you put the bullet in my heart

never understood me

named my sassiness as rude

called me weird

was it too much for you to handle?played had fun

broke my heart into pieces

never thought it could break as i always used a protection cover

writing all my pain on a piece of paper. Thats how I tell my poetry not your fault my heart slipped on worthless souls .

By flyingcolors

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