why do i chase those who don't even love themselves enough to love me
my soul is black from the dirt they have kicked on me
i've had enough of being the sheep among wolves
i've had enough of the false king in his castle who is just a man with a lot of pride in a box
how could i believe the prettiest lies
and turn my face from the honest truth
i keep looking for true diamonds in the costume jewelry section
every regret i have is really my intuition screaming that i was right
how many knives to my back will it take for me to want to heal
the torment i'm causing myself will put me underground forever
YOU ARE READING
sincerely yours, angel.
Poetry*now available on Amazon* they call me angel; here to deliver the words of pain, memories of love and emotions i've observed from my time on earth. this is something to relate to this is my story and now it's yours too 🌞✨
