How many times have I asked myself
How many times have I gone too far
How many times have I been lying here
With that same old putrid smell
The smell of failure and demise
It's there o'clock in the morning and you're still thinking about a fantasy paradise
But I don't want to wake up
I don't want to fight
Not this time
I've had enough
And it's not true
I do not wish harm upon you
Dear soul
But every time I wake up in the morning light
I wish I would've died that night
YOU ARE READING
I shattered my own soul
Poesíaa bundle of love poems, I suspect there are gonna be a lot of bitter love poems but I'll try to include happy ones and now all your love is wasted, but who the hell was I?~ skinny love
