Repeat.
Over and over.
The same scenes.
The same friendships at the means.
The same horrible poems,
with the same stupid mantra.
Repeat.
Over and over.
Hoping for some closure.
Waiting for it to be over.
Repeat.
Over and over.
I'm sorry for everything.
I've ever done.
I'm sorry for these poems.
These poems should be shunned.
I'm sorry for existing.
And writing at all.
I'm sorry for complaining.
About myself taking a fall.
I'm sorry.
For everything.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
