So I literally JUST wrote this. Like to the point of I've read it over once. So sorry if it's not great!
Its been a while hasnt it
Since I last saw you
But I just didnt know how to show it
And I had no clue on what to do
The scene replays in my mind
Like an ever broken tape
And each new day it rewinds
And once again it shall play
Tormenting daily as I think
And killing as I cry
It comes back with every blink
And with each time I want to die.
It hurts. It stings. And burns like hell
But "honey its in your mind"
Its pain you'd have have to live to tell
It's a terribly unusual kind.
So sorry if we havnt spoke
I just wasnt sure what to say
And if I'd tried I'd have surly broke.
So I saved it for another day.
YOU ARE READING
Chelsea's poems
PoetrySo I know that this book makes me sound like a whiny little girl but sometimes I just need to vent, and I have no one to vent to. To help myself out, I began writing about my feelings. Sometimes it actually helps clear my head. So you can read if yo...
