Poems Collection

My pain, it rains.
My hate, it upgrades my love,
It descends It just would never end,
As I look at the past and the way that it flashed.
I wish that I could die only left there to cry.
I sit on my bed unconscious now you are happy and now I am dead,
As my grave awaits I’d love to say I am the same person you threw away and had betray.

This poem was written/submitted by Matilda.