Suffering isn't dying,
It's living through the pain.
It's remembering every spark,
Remembering every touch.
I hope your happy with your life,
And you'll meet a great house wife.
When the sun goes down,
And no longer shines,
I'll still wish for the days,
When you were mine.
Live with the choices you made,
While I suffer from you mistake.
I hope you don't hurt like I do,
Feel the pain days through and through.
I wish you were happy with me,
But no more pity.
I still feel hurt and betrayed,
But I still look forward to the following days.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
