Promises broken.
Lies every where.
I did something unforgivable. I should be punished.
But how can I be punished if no one knows?
Do you know? I do.
Guilt; it plays a big role in my life. Not a good one.
I feel guilty I broke a promise I shouldn't have.
They trusted me. They 'understand' my problems. And I ruined it.
I'm not perfect. In any way. I have a weird smile, my hair is untamed, I have a weird style. I'm just me. Which that's what I hate the most.
Myself
White lies, broken promises is all I'm going to be known for.
But if no one knows, I'm okay....
Right?
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Sadness, Does It Have A End?
PoetrySad news does have an end, It just depends when you want it to end an do something about it.
