Twisted and turned
Broken and bruised
And still I'm left confused
"Why do you still text me?"
"What do you have to gain?"
So many questions rattled around my brain.
Crying and pain
Madness and insane
I'm trying so hard but my efforts in vain
Why did you do it?
You said you didn't know
But I believe it's only because you wanted a show.
Im clam and collected
But deep down below
I'm crying, I'm hurting
I'm broken, I'm bruised
I'm twisted with madness.
And its all because of you.
YOU ARE READING
The Mind of the Middle
PoetryThis is just a big old book full of edgy and cringy poems. I used to write poetry on my old account but never got around to writing some on this account. A good friend of mine got me into poetry again so here it is! Read at your own will.
