-And i feel ripped inside
It burns so bad to open my heart
And my secrets are oozing out so easily now
I beg for remorse,
I asked my mother
"Does it always hurt to open up?"
She said with such a raspy voice
"Only sometimes"
I wanted to sleep while happy thoughts stitched me back up
YOU ARE READING
What Goes On In My Day
PoetryWords and shamed moments Revolve around my bed I plead to go to sleep But they don't allow it These words and shamed moments They only tell me to write
