Oh familiar sadness, you've come around again, along with your bitter entourage of insecurities and suicidal cravings. Again and again all I've ever done is hurt the one I love most, and for that I set him free of everything I am, and will ever be. If I ever come to be anything.
I'm sorry I'm crying and i hurt but you must go far from me. I'm sorry I'm unsafe. I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm sorry I'm me. I'm sorry I want to die. I'm sorry.. for everything.
To my one and only Darling boy, I love you, goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
I'm wilting with the roses.
PoetryI've made stories before. some parts poetic, but one hundred percent depressing. This is where, and when I can really.. exhale. With descriptive words that stretch to paragraphs of things I myself lack the vocabulary to fully describe. So.. the stor...
