Severe Suffering
All I ever did was love and take good care of you, in return you took a knife and slice my heart in two
I became very ill after I put your happiness in front of mines, you were never worth fighting for after these horrible times.
The good life I have always tried to help and you did get caused many nights of extreme pain, I wonder to myself why did I care for someone that was trying their best to drive me insane.
One day will come when my heart will be very strong and not weak, then is when a taste of your own medicine for surely will bring an end to the tears falling down my cheek.
Copyright © Corine Wilson | Year Posted 2017
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