I'm sorry.
I couldn't ask for your help
when my cuts were bleeding
blood was going down the drain ,
and felt the hate pouring in my vein
after my every effort went in vain .
I'm sorry .
I lied that I was okay
when my hands were shaking
burden was every breath that I was taking ,
with each breath my will was fading
felt like I was failing .
I'm Sorry .
You thought we were close , but
were we ??
YOU ARE READING
The Unsaid Thoughts
PoesíaSo much more was said in the unsaid --Bridgett Devoue Collection of poems where I have tried to pen down the thoughts, which people can't say out loud .
