Makes me insecure,
A compulsive submissive
Who thinks irrationally,
Makes me afraid.
Afraid of friendship.
Family.
Falling in love.
Falling apart.
It hurts so much
My cursed mind
That I forget
I can hurt too.
I say the wrong things.
I do them too.
Out of anger,
Out of frustration,
Or I'm just sad.
But I'm trying.
Trying so damn hard
To heal and grow
So I beg you not to leave me.
Alone with my trauma.
YOU ARE READING
A Dark Rose Blooms (poetry)
PoetryA piece of me. A place to open all my wounds and share my joy. All the poetry here is personal to me. Writing is an escape for me, and only through writing can I put my thoughts and emotions out into the world honestly. Each piece is dated, the day...
