This is the story that I've never told
I gotta get this off my chest to let it go
I need to take back the life you stole
Because you are a criminal
You steal everything from me like a pro
I was broken and bruised
The pain, the truth and guilt
So ashamed and confused
I've got scars from tomorrow and I wish you could see
I keep pushing through
Searching for a past
And hiding the future of lies
You made me like a broken angel
And turned into devil
The blood rushing through my veins
I will live forever in vain
P.s I feel so exhausted this time:<
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoesíaI don't have a bone in my hand that supports me to write a poem. Yet, I love reading them along. Sometimes aloud in perfect solitude, with me, my thoughts, some silent melody whispering by my side and when am engrossed in the stillness of my thought...
