The want to pull the trigger. Desperate to forgive and forget memories unable to be given back.
Scars screaming back at you as you wish they would just disappear with the memories they hold.
I am sorry at the fact that I am bold. And my words sting like the razor held tightly in my right hand. While I hold tight onto reality with the other.
Words spitting and memories tugging. Regret and sorrow over flowing. I should have pulled the trigger, but my humanity held me back. Decisions made and outcomes given over the years of pain.
I wish to forget, I refuse to forgive. The hatred inside of me overwhelming my sense of reality.
But my reality is what has happened is done, that is it. No redos or do overs. I am here and I am alive, decisions made.
I breathe, I bleed and I cry.
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My Spoken Word.
PoetryThis is just some spoken word I have come up with during English class. Hope you like it. Please share it with friends and vote. If you have any questions please ask. And don't be too mean about my poem(s).
