Why do you have to ruin everything?
You sewed your lies and left your bruises,
And now it ruins every thing I love.
Your words though long ago said,
the threats long laid to rest,
the noise in my head does no cease.
One trigger, two and I'm shaking.
And even if I don't know his tone, I hear you.
Echoes resurrected to terrorize me.
Why'd you do this?
What do you even gain,
Knowing I will drag chains around my ankles.
You're gone.
So why aren't you gone?
YOU ARE READING
Color Me Gray
PuisiIt's about my life in a way. A lot of my poetry stems from things I go though. And Unfortunately I only update when something makes me generally upset or overjoyed. I'm happy with whatever feed back.
