What did I do?
I can't take this through.
I thought we were friends,
I thought until the end?
I hope you know that,
that I feel like a rat.
I hope you can care,
that I cut my self when I shave my hair.
I hope you can live with the fact,
that you contributed to my final act...
YOU ARE READING
A shout of quite poems
PoésieExpressed feelings that I've put into some thing. All poems are my own.
