Chocking on sobs,
Is how I spent my days.
I am the one whom,
Allowed my health to decay.
I wanted nothing,
But for you to stay away.
Because I didn't want to be,
The one to blame.
The sick person whom,
Inflicted deafening pain.
YOU ARE READING
Never Enough: poems and the endless odds
PoetryComposition of ramblings, poems, and unfinished works that I've conjured up.
