It's bad.
It's bad that I seen it coming.
It's bad that I didn't realize it would come so soon.
It's bad that I knew where this was.
It's bad that I haven't seen it in over two months and still went straight to it without thinking.
It's bad.
It's bad that I'm back at this point.
It's bad that I can lay here and think this way and only feel sorry for them and not myself.
It's bad.
It's bad and I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
The Story
Poetry"The Story" is not about anything in particular. It is about many things ,but put into one book. This book in particular (like many more to come) is put together by poetry. (These are all wrote by me.) There are some that are straight to the point...
