He was a misunderstood creature wanting closure,
If only I could go back to tell him, that he should not fall to pressure.
Tell you that this wasn't hopeless, but it's futile,
You turned hostile.
Can you live with the fact that the person you love most now is dead?
From mistakes that you couldn't fix?
Because you were too busy caring about yourself?
You selfish asshole.
Last night I stabbed myself in the back
I don't want to backtrack
No time to look back and laugh about it all
No I don't want to backtrack
to the place I found
Satan's hellhounds
In a fiery pit of hell,
Heaven came crashing down
The underground,
Where I'll be found,
Buried deep in a grave
Of my own mistakes.
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Headspace I - Remastered
Poesía"Headpsace I" is an introspective poetry collection that delves into the complexities of the mind, charting a course through the tumultuous waters of mental health, self-identity, and the darkness that whispers from the corners of our consciousness...
