betrayed by a friend. or are we even friends?
i dont know, and you dont
what's the point, prolonging this tragedy?
you dont love me anymore. or you do-
neither of us know that either
this dagger hurts, but taking it out will hurt more
the poison will flow from my back, slowly killing me-
but i've gotten used to the pain, its almost-
comforting.
YOU ARE READING
poems for the dead
Poetrywritings I suppose- mostly a vent, but only ghosts even listen so idk- also sry fer bein so angsty im just constantly sad for invalid reasons general trigger warning for the whole thing bc I forget in some chapters,, most of these are sad and may or...
