relapse
such a beautiful word
such a destructive thing
i did it again yesterday
will i pay for these sins?
i wore a smile
telling everyone i was okay
my wrist tells another lie
that'll i'll save
for another day
YOU ARE READING
nights are cold without you
Poetrya sequel to 'to die would be an awfully big adventure'. this book is about my healing, i learnt not to forget but to forgive (Completed)
