I wish I could tell you.
Tell you about all my promises
to myself.
Tell you about my past
My shattered heart,
My broken soul.
I wish I could tell you about what I just did.
Tell you about all the things I just broke.
All the promises.
Everything I've been working towards.
I just broke all of it beneath a bloody blade.
For the first time in a long time,
My skin cried along with my eyes.
I'm sorry I'm so broken.
But maybe,
I was never fixed.
By T.C.
13th November, 2016
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My Poetic Journey
RandomThis book is basically my writings that go back to I think 2014. This is kind of a way for me to see how much my writing style has changed and hopefully give some people a little bit of inspiration! :-)
