you promised you would hold on tight,
even when it was in the black of the night,
we wrote out lives that would never ever start,
all they are are just lame useless pieces of art,
you seemed to accept when i was deep and dark,
but now all you do is taint me is to leave a new mark,
you promised you would never leave me in pain,
but all i feel is that when it begins to rain.
YOU ARE READING
Don't You Get It? ✅
Poetrywhen i tried to avoid the fact i wanted to die, by writing anti-suicide poems. now this book sort of became a person, it grew a mind, a soul, and a heart. so, in turn, it kept listening to my petty problems. (lowercase intended) Highest Ranking: #18...
