You know the moment when you feel so ugly,
that not even make can fix the scars
And its your scars that make you ugly
The pen drops, pisses you off
And there's nothing you can do about it
The moment when your memories begin to haunt you
Each breath you take feels like a knife
They pretend with their words
Then shoot you down with the cold cruel reality that it was just them being nice
Lead on?
I do believe so
A Cold Cruel Hell...
YOU ARE READING
A Midst of Sadness
PoetryThis is a compilation of my poems I've written over the years.
