Minutes apart from you,
My mind is scattered with thoughts,
A mess; that is a definition of myself.
How could I love you if I can't even love myself?
How could I save you if all I do is hurt myself?
How?
In pain,
Sorrow curved frown on your skin,
I feel like I am on the edge,
The edge of where I keep on hurting you.
My mind just tells me I am the cause of everyone's pain,
The cause of the wounds which are unhealed in every heart of theirs,
Though it may not be true,
My mind manipulates me into thinking that I do,
I do indeed hurt you.
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Junk ; Poems
Poetryin which i write random poems when i'm sad. filled with emotions and my poetry grows throughout the years.
