The insults,
These insults,
They come from my own head.
And they come screaming over and over
Until I hate myself again.
And the insults,
These insults,
They pound tears into my eyes,
And as much as I try they just won't stop,
Because these insults are all mine.
YOU ARE READING
When the heart betrays
PoesíaDepression..........what more can I say? Not all poems are mine!
