I wish that I could go back
And tell myself
That none of it would be worth the pain
None of it would be worth
All the cries, all the lies
All the lonely nights
None of it would be worth
All the dreams, all the wishes
All the what ifs
None of it would be worth
Everything you put me trough
But I can't go back in time
I can't change the past
YOU ARE READING
what I never told you
PoetryThere are things we leave unsaid. Thoughts we never want to say out loud. But that doesn't mean they don't cross our minds.
