Whyd i let you go
Ik it was for the best
But now i doubt it
Late at night i doubt it
I havent seen you for almost a month
But todays gonna be fucking hell
Today would be our 2 months
But yet
This is gonna be the first time i see you
And its gonna fucking kill me
YOU ARE READING
Depressing poems
PoetryJust some words strung in a pattern to release how I'm feeling and the thoughts that plague my head.
