my bad words

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nobody told me my poetry would hurt others
reading my words and sharing the hurt
being so realistic must be a curse
i write poems to free myself of guilt but i read to feel what i did
i'm always victim
but for my recovery i'm the murderer
i want you to feel my pain
feel what i've lost
feel what be gain
i' was nothing but a relapse of feelings
thinking too fast my thoughts hit the ceiling
or is it shit hits the fan

this isn't a poem, it's my words to explain my thoughts rn. i wrote Ode To The Gun to explain what happen but i don't want to lose anyone else so i can't drop it.

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