Thoughts from the floor
I've been hurt too many times beforeToo many times I've picked myself up off the floor
My ego battered and bruised by your words
Your treatment left me blurred
How can I find the strength to carry on
When I'm lost, empty and alone
From the moment you walked out the door
I can no longer pick myself up from this floor
Is this who I am now?
Emotionally dead?
I cried so much there are no more tears left
No longer will anyone feel my love or hear me roar
I just lay here
On the floor
Poetry by DeeDee
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Written on 2017-09-01 at 10:44
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