From the cuts and scars
Comes a multitude of broken hearts
Each one will a story to tell
Each one a version of it's own hell
Each is one is from your lies
Each one was once beating, now shrivels and dies
You made me believe i was the worst
You shook me to the core untill I almost burst
Now I'm moving on but holding back
You've caused me to believe an untrue fact
Im still broken, Still caught In the air
You've left, I'm not even there
I don't want, don't care, don't need
But I'm still holding on to what you made me believe
I believe I was never good enough
All I thought was just a bluff
You made me weak alone and hurt
Now here comes a new girl pulling me out of the dirt
She makes me feel like im the best
She tells me I'm better than the rest
She puts the jump back in my step
She holds what you never kept
But there is always a small doubt
It makes me scream and shout
It's so hard when you are deceived
But I feel I'm the dirt you wanted me to believe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem