Introverted By My Thoughts [✓]

Ripples

(P. b.)

I've called out to you time and time again,
Each time, having the same rippling effect.
A constant stab on my chest,
That I can never erase that side of my past.
Once you wallow down a part,
Hope the universe loves you enough,
To show you your way back home.
Because most times,
It's too late.
Same thing's happening to my fate.
In a search to repent,
But karma has a way of showing itself.
Where did the GPS in my heart that lead me to you, stray so suddenly?
Entrapped in this void,
Wanting to reach you,
But my past keeps chaining me to the ground.
It's really become no conquest to be won.
Of all the things I said,
The opposite was all I did.
I should go insane,
And watch my veins bleed in vain,
With not even a single drop to retain.
Bleeding Moon,
watch me bleed for many moons,
And let not my suffering catch not your plead.
I deserve this.
For all the hurt and pain,
I brought to you.