i have two choices here
to bottle it up
or to let it go
i think i already know my choice
i dont know why it hurts
guess part of me was still holding onto him
or maybe her
but it hurts so bad
would it hurt them
would they even bat an eye
would they cry
would they feel guilty
i dont blame them
but would they care
would they even fucking care
about the person who tried
im torn between
having a purpose
and not
the choice is mine
im about to jump on either side of this fence
i dont know which one
maybe i can sit on here for a little bit longer
and wait to be pushed
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
