Baby, I'M Bad News. Poem by Hailey Marie

She should have known, from the look you gave, from the look she got.
It was so obvious; But she still strived for one more shot.
So, she tastes the regret. You're not hers for keeping.
So is this really it? The feeling that she keeps missing?
Stop leeching on her. She needs you out of her head.
poor thing, she keeps lying to herself, 'This isn't so bad'.
Hold on, wait. You're not making any sense. You make it sound like you're been abused.
You're always looking for something more. But, sweetie I've got some bad news
Stop pretending you're bleeding on the bathroom floor.
Everyone's fooling one another. Nothing makes sense anymore.
Darling, you don't need anyone.
Pick yourself up and just start all over again.
Stop faking. Stop lying. Stop pretending. Stop fcking crying. Stop wishing. Sounds like a plan?
You keep telling yourself:
You were never his best bet. You never meant anything
Oh dear god, these pointless words really do sting.
Fck; Just get out of my head.
And I keep telling myself: 'maybe this isn't so bad'.