Untitled - Poem by Rebecca Raine
No one knows
How it feels to be me.
I'm broken, shattered, used, and confused.
You ask why I'm this way
and I have nothing to say.
I am only what you made me.
You are the reason behind my hurt!
You're the one who did this!
But- I don't expect you to know that.
It appears you're too blind to see
What you've done to me.
So I'm packing my things
and leaving you behind.
I'm not letting you kill me!
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