Move On

I've been lied to and cheated on, I've been hurt so many times I lost count.

I've had my heart ripped apart a million and one times.

But aside from those things, I moved on.

 

I used to think "Why me?" when something bad would happen.

I used to curse the day I was born for bringing me into this ugly world.

I still do now and again, and I sometimes still ask "Why me?" but I've started to move on.

 

A very important person to me died a little over a year ago.

I couldn't accept that he had died and that I was never going to see him again.

But I got past the hurt that it brought, I moved on.

 

I used to hate my life and everything about it.

I used to want to die everyday. 

But I moved on. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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