I've worsened it all.
The problem
the fault.
I've ruined it,
I've created disaster.
I've made thing horrible,
and it's all dying faster.
I want to help,
I try to help.
And I kill it all.
I make everything so much worse.
It's all so bad already
I'm only worsening the pain
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry please stop yelling at me brain!
I'm trying I don't know what to do!
We're so fucked up.
Will we ever fix ourselves?
I'm a failure, an issue,
causing things to get worse for you.
I read and see your pain and I don't know what to do.
I'm sorry I'm sorry.
Maybe it's best if I accepted the truth.
I'm a problem.
And you're a gift.
And I'll never do anything
but harm your beauty.
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-
