Done.

I’m tired of fighting,
I’m over being strong.
I’m over the pain.

The heartache,
The stress,
The memories.

You’ve hurt me,
You’ve made me, who I am,
You’ve destroyed what mattered most.

Because of you I can’t be me,
Because of you I’ve had to grow up fast,
Because of you I’m broken.

I’m done.
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My first poem, I'm not very good, i know that but let me know what you think : )
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