blam,
blam,
blam
three gunshots
one for the head
one for the heart
one for the soul
these are the parts you damaged
the ones you wrecked with selfish words
with the shouts
the curses
all i wanted to do was be my best for you
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
