This poem is confused about love and how I have aggression toward it for hurting me.

Love is misled,

All in my head.



I lay in the dirt.

I try to claw myself out,

But there is no reason to.

I’ll just be hurt again.

I could never love again,

For it will just be lost..


No more will I suffer.

No more will I care…

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