I see ghosts walking around
Ghosts of people I once knew
But they all let me fall on the cold hard ground
They all became someone new
It's awful to feel and watch it
And the most awful thing is, I've changed as well
Even though I keep denying every single bit
It still hurts like Hell
Who gave you permission to hurt me?
Who said it was okay to do these things?
Was my pain the only thing you wanted to see?
If yes, congrats. It still stings
And I don't blame you
The only thing that happened is that the pain I already had grew
Forgiving is a thing I'm willing to try
But I will never forget
As long as you don't give me a good reason why
YOU ARE READING
a mess of words
Poetry|| a mess of words || A book featuring my poems. Not all of them are good or amazing, but I wanted to share them anyway. Trigger warning: most of the poems contain mentions of pain.
