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This is my poem. Don't ask who its about don't make any assumptions don't even read it unless you're dying to. I don't wanna talk about it. Whatever you think you're wrong.

The Truth is Cruel
I guess I know now….
I guess I know for sure.

She told me she loves someone else
She didn’t even know what I felt for her.

It’s ironic, isn’t it?
That the one she loves cannot
Return her love just as
She cannot return mine…

What a terrible cycle I’ve been thrust into

It’s so hard not to pity myself
I don’t want to pity myself.
I want to be braver than that…
Better than that.

So this is heartbreak….
It’s so much easier in the movies.
Aargh!
Save me from the darkness,
The shadows that loom and
Threaten to pull me under…

They’re waiting for me, you know.
If I slip up even once, and
Allow myself to truly feel this pain
I will be in their grasp
Choking….waiting for the end to finally come.

It’s so hard to see the light
That’s supposed to be at the end of this dark,
Dark tunnel.