I don't really
Have anything left
To say.
There's no point
Holding on
When the world
is urging you
To let go.
My little butterflies,
Have to spread
their wings
And grow
To be all they can become.
And I wish them everything they deserve.
YOU ARE READING
I've Come To Burn Your Kingdom Down
PoesíaThis is a place to vent my emotions. I post it because I want people feel like they can reach out. I don't post it on here for sympathy. If you do get something from this then I applaud you. It gets better I swear Warning: depressing content
