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Backstabbed and broken
You will never need me,
like I need you.
It breaks my heart ,
I gave so much of my self to you.
For so little of you.
Nothing in return.
Just empty crys alone in the night ,
So much of my life dissapears into dark dark night.
The stars my own light ,
My son My only life.
My only child , My only baby , my life.
My breathe , my soul , my eyes. My strength.
My hope and eternity family.
Forever to hold.
I gave so much to you , I have gave and gave and gave.
But like adele has said, I give up now , take it easy on me.
I was only a child. I pray for peace.
I can't take no more , I have give so much.
You want more , when there is nothing more.
My vessel is empty and all the love has gone.
You have called me outrageous horrible things , sex isn't just a thing. Or a role to just play along.
I'm sick , I'm sad and I want to sing my own song.
I want to sing and be happy , with my husband singing along.
All my dreams are broken but for you it's just a token.
A token to a false arcade in your mind.
My life some fucked up joke you interwine , bend , shape and form crimes.
I am done. I am done.
I am done.
Maybe you will never see ,
How long ago I fell behind.
And saw who was stabbing me in the back.
Over and over like a joke attack.
like I need you.
It breaks my heart ,
I gave so much of my self to you.
For so little of you.
Nothing in return.
Just empty crys alone in the night ,
So much of my life dissapears into dark dark night.
The stars my own light ,
My son My only life.
My only child , My only baby , my life.
My breathe , my soul , my eyes. My strength.
My hope and eternity family.
Forever to hold.
I gave so much to you , I have gave and gave and gave.
But like adele has said, I give up now , take it easy on me.
I was only a child. I pray for peace.
I can't take no more , I have give so much.
You want more , when there is nothing more.
My vessel is empty and all the love has gone.
You have called me outrageous horrible things , sex isn't just a thing. Or a role to just play along.
I'm sick , I'm sad and I want to sing my own song.
I want to sing and be happy , with my husband singing along.
All my dreams are broken but for you it's just a token.
A token to a false arcade in your mind.
My life some fucked up joke you interwine , bend , shape and form crimes.
I am done. I am done.
I am done.
Maybe you will never see ,
How long ago I fell behind.
And saw who was stabbing me in the back.
Over and over like a joke attack.
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