I was pitiful,
crying under your gaze.
It's not your fault.
You raised me well.
You did nothing wrong.
I never wanted to leave you.
I couldn't have been raised better.
It's no one's fault but mine.
I'm just so pitiful,
wishing you had cried with me.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
