A panicked need to shut it down
A snap back to reality
from the feelings I had foundA sense of urgency to back away
My brain finally reminded my heart
of the ultimate price it would come to payWhat the hell am I even doing
I should probably make this the last poemI cant get hurt if Im alone
This heart before was made of stoneThis is all on me this time
This is my fault and my fault alone
For a while all my walls cracked
Every reason why to me still unknownI cant be this person
I need to get my head out of the clouds.
No sunshine was ever given to me
Always just the rain pouring down
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PoetryPoetry.. For the broken, misguided, mistreated, abused & sometimes ...in the mood.