CHANCES:
I'm wasting your time.
my second chance, and my third? And my fourth.
I need some comfort.
A distraction.
From all this discomfort.
Maybe ill finally get some rest.
Ill be able to breathe.
Nothings stopping me now, cuz now everyone has given up on me.
And there's not much I can do right now, but say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
TRUST ME
PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.
