I wish I could erase all the mistakes I have done
Like a blank sheet of paper, clean and white,
My conscience won't bother me anymore
The guilt has been eating me up
Every single day.
I hope you will find it in your heart to forgive me
But I hope you won't, can't
For I have killed you with my own hands.
I deserve this hell of a life.
CZYTASZ
Starlight and Supernovas
PoetryA collection of amateur poetry. I believe that language is so beautiful that it can be likened to the infinite beauty of the celestial skies.
