All I see are the repercussions of my mistakes
Sometimes I don't mean it but other times I live for it
My hands are shaking even as I write this piece
The pressure to stay good and pure is increasing
It's forced me to behave how I feared to the most
But fear's just a reminder that things could always go the other way
The outcome is based on the amount of fear one possesses
A formal apology could never make up for the amount of pain I've caused
That doesn't mean I'll give one
All I do is hurt
And get hurt
But mostly I do the hurting
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RBS (Reasons Beyond Sanity)
RastgeleReasons Beyond Sanity Just some original random poems or whatever comes to mind ... its basically a way to relieve my stress I guess ... Read at your own risk ... Sanity isn't for everyone
