I'm sorry for the hurtful words I said.
I wait all day, lying in bed.
My eyes are now puffy and red
From all the tears that I've shed.
I'm sorry for causing you pain.
I wait all night, it will always rain.
My eyes full of sadness and disdain
From and the words that will always stain.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the Pained
PoetryThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
