Here lies the unwanted heart,
The one that’s torn and falling apart.
The beauty behind it no one can see,
This broken heart is actually me.
Why can’t they take me, for who I am?
Not knowing it hurts its funny for them.
I’m sick of this shit; I want it to end,
The anger that fills me with the sadness they send.
They judge me by looks, not by my acts,
The looks should not count, but only their facts.
I’ve been hurt so long and they do nothing but laugh,
My heart they can’t see, it’s broken in half.
My words to those people are “stay out of my life”
At least I won’t end up with a whore for a wife!
You can all go to hell, because I don’t care!
I have friends who care for me, and are always there!
Your words no longer hurt me, for I am too strong,
Never again, so goodbye and so long.

By: Chantelle Lavoie

 
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