It happens over and over.
It's always something so small.
Or something so stupid.
That makes you blow.
You yell and shout.
Cuss and throw things.
It all ends the same.
You cool down after sometime.
And say you're sorry.
Sorry is just an empty word now.
It means nothing.
Over and over you say it's the last time.
Over and over you say it won't happen again.
Over and over you say you're sorry.
Over and over you do it again.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poetry
Poetryjust some poems I wrote when I'm feeling low or in a dark place, my poems help me cope with my depression and other mental problems it also helps me from going all the way down in my dark times. these poems are dark, depressing and some have suici...
