Nothing hurts more than the waves
Of your mistakes, crashing on your
Soul.
It pains you, you suffocate.
And you want the anguish to end
You want the world to end
And your eyes to dry.
While you choke upon the
Salt coarse waves you created
The world will spin
Children will laugh, people will sing
And you will lie there
Drowning in your guilt.
YOU ARE READING
T. i. m. t. M. L. t. y. o. o. It
PoesiaA collection of my thoughts. Make it whatever you want, but it will forever be my own.
