What the hell am I supposed to do when all of the sudden you're screaming threats in my face.
Saying you hate me. Saying you wished your never met me.
All of these things. I loved you.
Did I come on too strong? Did I mess up?
I guess it's just cus I'm...Me. Yeah.
It's okay. I wouldn't fall in love with me either.
It's okay, I hate me too.
It's okay, I wish I were dead too. It's okay, I knew you'd regret talking to me.
Then I lay down crying at night. Whispering little lies:
"It's okay"
-DJ
YOU ARE READING
Darkness's Descending
PoesíaI wrote some poems and I'll try to publish at least once a week :) Don't take them please, I will find you and take credit. Should I attempt to publish this as a whole book when there's like 80 poems in it?
