Poem Hunter



Being with you is like being in hell
You strip me of my mind
Of my own dignity.

When I look at you, you’re always well,
Living your life
Living off my misery.

I wonder what I did to deserve you.
I look at you, my expression bleak.
I look at you, I don’t have to speak.

Being with you is a curse.
Whatever I say couldn’t make things less worse

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