I know it's my fault again,
Again i cried about this pain
I created an art using this bloodstain
I knew my life wouldn't be the same.
You always blame me about something or anything,
Me, i just shut up, and there i start crying,
They throw me harsh words and insults, i feel like im dying
And you, you just blew up and your sharp eyes start glaring.
What did I do wrong to suffer this much?
You're there, I cry and you just watch,
You didn't do anything but insult me and such,
If we will be a pair, oh please, we will never be a match.
I did my escape again,
But I was so numb to feel this pain,
I washed the blood off on the used cloth,
Oh right, again, sorry, always my fault.
5:28 p.m, 02/14/16

BINABASA MO ANG
Poétiques
PoesíaA quarter of sadness and depression, A pinch of love, and a bowl of tears.