12/25/16
you're alone now.
isolated, deserted, you finally did it, i finally did it. i pushed them all away.
and there you are, sitting in your bathtub, free. there's no reason to be here anymore. no one to disappoint.
i am gone, i won't be here much longer, i know you all wanted me gone too.
but hey, careful what you wish for.
YOU ARE READING
every rosebush has its thorns
Poetrymy life, told through a series of poems, a cautionary tale with a happy ending
