i cut my pinky
as i was listening to my lies
where i tried
everything i can
was i wrong?
ruined everything
thought i was strong
this is me writing a song
i sat down straight
on my bed
running late
god, it's subside
i cut my tongue
as i speak my truth
where i expressed
everything i've done
was i wrong?
it is really my fault?
do i missed something?
now what am i going to do?
could it be cute?
if i cry in my room, alone?
i'm running out of time,
i should let go
i'm so blue
my eyes were red
i threw the things
i kept because of you
i blew my ideas
and then pinned my hand
near the wood where i stand
now i understand
i couldn't put myself together
now i'm sick
was i wrong?
where's my mind?
my heartbeat's gone wild
now i'm over you
was i wrong?
was i wrong all the time?
YOU ARE READING
sleepless nights
PoesíaEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
