If you knew that you are the reason
behind all of this.
Every fading scar and every bleeding cut.
Would you regret it?
Would you take it back.
Your actions your words.
Would you take them back?
Would you say sorry
and try to make it alright?
Would you help me get better?
Or would you look at me in disgust?
Think I'm insane?
Tell me to go kill myself
like so many times before?
I wish I knew what
you would do how you would
act what you would say.
Or if you would even say
anything at all or just leave again.
I wish I knew what
you would do if you knew.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
