I forgive the people of my past
I forgive them because I'm no longer a weak
person I no longer dwell onto something I can't
alter, I am no longer their prisoner I'm free and
I can continue my journey without their hand
in my hand , but I can't forgive myself for
putting it through so much, for torturing my
fragile heart, for not stopping the bleeding
when I had the chance, for not going through a
surgery of self-heal soon enough, I'm pitiful
towards myself for wanting cheap used things
when I could have owned the world by my own.
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PoetryMy mind is dark, intensive and sexual. P.s: This is a mature content, and may get sexual at times. Please read at your own risk. Higest rank #10 as of 13/3, 18/3, 24/3 #9 as of 30/3 #6 as of 3/8 #3 as of 4/9 And #1 in sad poems tag 4/9
