The times where every thing is so critical and sensitive that, your scared to even blink...
Every move I make
I have to stop to take a break
To see what I done,
And if I made a mistake.
Every time I speak
I have to sigh like I'm real weak
Cause I am but you don't notice
must've said something of your peak
Of anger
And discust.
What I said that you don't trust
Or care about feelings.
Cause I guess I hurt more of you
Shit.
I messed up.
And to think I could've backed up,
To think about what I say
So when I speak I'll be ok
Every time I try to walk right out that door,
I know I miss the good stuff and the bad stuff there's more.
I hate the fact every time I do something,
I have to stop and think, of all
The kinda of things I'm missing in
Just a single, blink.
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This Shattered Soul
PoesíaThis is a collection of poems, leading from depression, misery, love, light, joy, back to sadness. I made these myself, and I feel as if I want to show the word how I feel and let people feel the emotion and be overwhelmed by my flowing words. I hop...
