Brandi Whitacre Poetry

Each day I wake and wish nothing but to die. I gave you my heart and you seem to do nothing but throw it aside. I feel empty with every dead beat.

To see what you have done and not even realized, bring tears to my eyes.

You’ll never see me cry, so you’ll never know that you have been killing me for years and you’re the reason that makes me want to die.

Poet: Brandi Whitacre