Next Time
You can never say
anything good about me,
yet you claim you love me.
You put me down,
but you say I never look for the positive.
The positive is hidden,
like a needle in a haystack,
absolutely impossible to find.
It seems that your love is only based on one thing.
Everything else,
I'm worthless for.
You don't care for me,
you don't care how you hurt me-
you just say that
you're making me stronger,
but it seems you're
just proving how weak I am.
I put my heart out there,
but it just gets trodden on.
Next time,
it won't be so easy.
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