November 28th, 2023
I cannot help but laugh as I erase dreams.
Shaking my head at my foolishness.
There is nothing I can do, nothing I could have done.
My mouth running dry with words that no longer hold value.
Unable to keep being beaten for my mistakes I've tried owning up for.
Tired of believing I'd somehow have a future here.
Knowing now that my hesitation was always right.
It was all a lie, every little insinuation of being together.
Broken beyond belief, my negativity ending up being my savour.
Revenge is all that'll greet me at this door now, my heart knows this.
I wonder when I'll truly squeeze out every last delusional hope in my soul.
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Chaotically Organized
PoesíaWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
