If I believe you,
Would that make it stop.
The 1975 said it best.
If I believed everything that came out of your mouth would I be happy again ,
Do you think I could move on form all the pain that's been caused .
When the scars finally close there's always something that comes along and opens them up,
There's no physical marks,
But they are there.
If I'm lost than how can I find myself,
That's how I feel,
Lost in the woods,
Maybe even a maze.
Am I lost for good ?
Is that what I want.
I don't really know what I want do I.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoesíaYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
