You are the one that has caused me the most pain I've ever felt.
It was my fault after-all
But now that the tables have turned
Why can't I help but be filled with raging guilt
Guilt for causing you any self-doubt or sadness
Helpless for thinking I even have that influence
Selfish for the reasons behind my anger
I'm not even mad so to speak
More afraid of what I think I know is to come
That you will get hurt and so will they
And through it all I'll be one step behind. Forever stumbling, trying to catch up, only to be let down by the pieces I am left to pick up
Whose pieces they'll be
of that I am unsure
But pieces they'll lay.
And all thats left will be me.
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Poems/opinions about the world
De TodoThis is just a compilation of poems and sort of rant type things that I feel a lot of people are afraid to talk about because of the fear of being judged. So I thought I might just put them here. Some make sense, others don't but it's all in the...
