Poor Thing Poem by Payyton Egerstaffer

It.. it happens to other people,
you say how sad,
you say poor thing

But when it's you it's something else,
it's everything


You'll never believe the nightmares,
you'll never know the pain you caused,
you'll never see the scars you left,
the things you saw and everything I lost

You took my body tore it in half you took my childhood, my heart
and my laugh,
you took everything I ever kept for myself and
then you're gone
I'm not your poor thing

It.. it happens to other people,
you say how sad,
you say poor thing