A dedicated life to strive for what's not mine
Wasted, wish I can erase all the times I grew blind
My glasses were smashed after they got ran over with your tire
I remember, it's all true - Can't see anything but you
Yeah, an hour glass with sprinkles left
insufficient for the organ in your chest
So you lie there on the hospital bed, my mistake
Has anyone ever told you your life's a waste?
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
PoetryThis is just an emotional outlet for me. P.S. I think I might be bipolar. It is completed until I feel like writing another poem, which I might tomorrow. Please, don't steal any of my work. Thank you **Images are taken from the internet. I do not o...
