march 20th, ill forever know that date
ill curse you out
ill tell you happy birthday, dirtbag
ill tell you, another year to be alone
and way to start early on making your mind
the place of nightmares
you hide your thoughts
who knows, maybe you dont care anymore either
but ill make it your life's mistake
to have wronged me this way.
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
