and now all i can do
is wish that everything was just a nightmare
or a figment of an awful imagination
or a well thought, cruel joke
anything else but the truth
and if i could run back into time
and somehow make things right
i would
and if i could stare into a picture
and live in that moment again
just to try to escape the reality for a while
i would
but i could never
so i must
suffer
YOU ARE READING
pieces of me ; a collection of poetry
PoetryA fraction of what goes on in my mind and my heart- they're written inside. - please do not steal my thoughts and my feelings btw the first few parts aren't the best of my works :')
