people keep asking me how i lost my way. they ask me why God isn't my number one father. they dig their nails deep into my skin and ask me why i'm such a failure.
my answer to them is never anything more than just a shrug because i don't know the answer. i'll never know the answer.
people ask me why i'm such a failure and all i can do is shrug.
isn't that a good enough answer?
YOU ARE READING
trying.
Poetry"I'm okay ̶ ̶ really, I'm fine," © playlist bangtan boys h.r. : #111 in poetry
