it's just a process in life,
but it hits me like a knife.
i tend to think right now,
while my life is not a glow.
why did you choose to break me?
you could've choose to let me be.
it sucks to know,
cuz we can't just treat it like a blow.
can we please just make this end?
and pretend like nothing happend.
YOU ARE READING
unspoken ⇢ poetry
Poesialying wide awake, writing at the am, screaming voices inside my head. i never wanted this. highest ranking so far #152 in poetry © 2015, vocalsnjh
