Unsavable - Poem by Kiersten Reilly
Full of pain,
Where you left,
A blackened stain.
How you could say,
The things you said,
Hurt so much,
I wished myself dead.
To look into,
Those once friendly eyes,
Would make me weak,
Lead me to my demise.
So I stray away,
From the comfort you once gave,
Feeling more than worthless,
There's nothing left to save...
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