i wish i embarrassed you in front of her more.
i wish i could have killed you, honestly.
but is that for me to decide? partially.
i wanted you to suffer. struggle.
can i ever get you to do that, without personally strangling you? no. but what do i know?
maybe you're struggling now, maybe you're thinking about just ending it from time to time.
a girl can hope, can't she?
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
