the more I grow the less I know myself
It's like they buried me last summer
back when we were still together
that would explain why I stopped understanding myself
hope he didn't stutter
giving my eulogies, then went back to poker
did he come back another time? did he use his wealth?
I liked being your brother
all along, please never surrender!
It's horrible to hear that a bullet pierced my defenceless little heart
what a tragedy!
dying in a war
what a brutality!
and leaving you all alone
what a catastrophe!
YOU ARE READING
late night thoughts
Poetry'late night thoughts' is a collection of poems about every thoughts that kept me up at night at a point in my life. huge shout out to the people who will relate to my poems. you're not struggling alone ❤️ TW: contains references to mental health, h...
