Isn't it ironic,
How I'm a dreamer,
Yet I'm living in a nightmare?
I know that it will get better,
But I'm trying to heal a wound,
That I didn't clean in the first place.
Maybe if you saw how I thought,
You wouldn't have acted that way,
Maybe, you wouldn't have destroyed me.
I'm sorry if I did something wrong,
I'm sorry if I caused all this mess,
But I can't get my head around how it's all my fault.
Can't you see that I'm trying to get better?
Can't you give it a rest,
Instead of pushing the dagger further into my chest?
They say it gets easier,
But first it gets harder,
And I guess I'm stuck with the nightmares for a while.
It's kind of hard to heal,
If you don't want to,
But I swear I'm trying.
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Swallows- A Poetry Collection
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