Done
You said I was cold.
That I felt nothing.
You didn't see the notebooks,
Filled, with the words I could never say.
The pages, stained,
With tears you never saw.
So tired of conflict,
I kept quiet.
I wouldn't let you in.
You hated me for that.
Even to this day you blame me.
You say I am heartless.
But you can't hurt me anymore.
Copyright © Erica Gould | Year Posted 2010
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