Alcoholic Poem by Lissa Parks

Alcoholic



Always be there for you,
Looking to be found,
Curious what's going to happen next.
Oh its not fault.
How she wasn't listening to me
Only if she came to her senses.
Like she don't care how I feel.
I cry and cry.
Can't stand how she hurt me so.

Sunday, June 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt
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