Tears stream down my face, I don't even bother trying to silent them. As my voice hiccups, struggling to take in breaths their words ring in my head. Not letting go.
Can't forgive you
You make us look bad
We're sick of you
I can't bear it anymore. I pound my fists into the tangled sheets wishing This never happened. I know who caused this. And I want to burn them, torture them, make them beg for death. The night ticks on and I'm still in pain from the loose of my friends. I'm all alone. They told me I wasn't but now I am. My nightmare is coming to life. 5 against one. Or was it 6? I can't recall. There's only one thing that's loud and clear in my mind.
I'm a fuck up.
A fuck up
A fuck up
A fuck up
ITS ALL MY FAULT!
YOU ARE READING
Late Night Thoughts
PoesíaA collection of poetry and creative writing I create. It's a hobby of mine I love. Just thought to share it.
