Category : Poems

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I cut people off
Seemingly without a thought
I've been told I'm heartless
That most likely 5hey ate better off. 
What people fail to understand
Is how it cuts me to my soul
Every time I have to do it
I'm more broken than  whole. 
I think of some of them every day
I literally always will
I bleed with pain of the mistakes. 
When I'm moving or when I'm still
It doesn't really matter, see
They left me no recourse
It was either cut them off
Or keep bleeding from them, the  source.