I'm innocent.
Why don't you believe me?
Don't give me your failing smile,
I don't want your fraud,
Not now, not ever.
Circumstances aside,
Would you stand with me if I made myself what you wanted?
If I cut my edges so I could fit perfectly in place of your missing puzzle piece?
What if I threw my life away so you could live yours?
I don't believe in being scared,
Not of petty things like you.
I may not be completely innocent,
I may do the wrong thing from time to time,
But I promise,
If you bury me six feet under,
Make sure to pack the dirt very tight,
So when I claw my way back out,
I'll be tired and you'll get away with your life.
It's too bad mine's already gone.
YOU ARE READING
All My Shit Is In A Book
RandomI'm the creator of my own greatest disaster. I write for me a no one else. I want you all safe. Please stick with the awful writing at the start of this collection. I started writing two years ago and have developed a lot.
