I think back and wonder, "How did my life come to this?", "Why is life so unfair?"," Will things ever get better?" ,but as iv'e come to realize "Not every fairytale has a happy ending", and "The princess doesn't always get her prince".
As I drag the rusty, serrated blade against my wrist and see the blood slowly cascade down my arm, I see overwhelming memories of YOU which should have been US.
Your rich chocolate brown eyes that always seem to sparkle, Your radiant smile that lights up a whole room, Your perfectly sculpted nose that adorns your God-like face,and your supple, yet beautifully poised lips.
Like rain to a desolate land, Like money given to the poor, I thought that I could finally see the light after being in the darkness for so long , That I could finally breathe after drowning for so long, That we would make our own HAPPILY EVER AFTER but sadly, that doesn't exist anymore.
I lean against the cool bark of a tree taking in the various earthly scents, and bring my jacket atop my head as I shift in and out of consciousness. I know we're not supposed to have any regrets but my only regret as i was now seeing dark purple as i was now loosing my conscience state is that "I FELL FOR YOU".
YOU ARE READING
Book Of The Troubled
Poetry"For who could understand such a beautifully twisted mind". Dive into the the mind of a Troubled Teen *Suggestions and criticism is welcomed but please no hate and/or hurtful comments THIS IS MY ORIGINAL WORK SO PLEASE NO COPYING OF ANY SORTS...
