I want to hit myself so hard
for holding on when she wanted to let go
I want to kill myself
for forcing things when it can never be the same
I want to pluck my eyeballs out
for still crying when she's running out of tears
I want cut my chest open
for loving someone who's so bad for her
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PoetryIn love and pain in different ways... a random poem compilation Disclaimer: unorganized
