i see the errors of my ways
i was wrong and once again, you were right
i was so sure of myself i became blind to the truth
i painted you the bad guy in our story, and i, the victim
i know now that the roles should be switched
you were never the villain i made you out to be,
but the hero
just trying so desperately to help me
yet, i pushed you away
because dear hero, i think you should know this
you can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped
it'll only end up hurting you
i see now the error of my ways
i need you now hero... if it isn't too late
i need you sweet hero
save me.
YOU ARE READING
| inner thoughts and feelings |
شِعرa collection of short poetry written by yours truly. enjoy? [lowercase intended]
