Torn Poem by Emilee

What could have been?
What would have been?
This is all your fault.
You screwed it up
You screwed me up
You could have been
What might have changed
Everything.
But you were selfish
And tore everything apart
So you would feel safe.
Now you're safe, and I'm
Here, out, cold, alone.
You have no idea what you caused.
Your selfish ways, my endless days
I’m living under your shadow.
My selfish ways? They're on their way.
Just wait and see what you caused.
It will all be your fault.