T h e    w a y   t h i n g s   w e r e . . . . .

T h e w a y t h i n g s w e r e . . . . .

  • WpView
    Reads 11
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 3
WpMetadataReadOngoing<5 mins
WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 5, 2020
...... just me writing down some of my inner thoughts and blaming myself for ruining lots of the people i used to love's lives by what? by existing
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

You may also like

  • My Poems
  • You don't know me
  • Penny for a Poem
  • The Hidden Darkness
  • Dear Journal...
  • Excerpts of A Chaotic Mind
  • Poems.
  • Diary of an anorexic
  • Musical Hope
  • Poems for the broken
My Poems

A certain person showed me to write my pain into poems instead of just writing crap down. I still do that but some I make into poems. I just keep them hidden in whatever I write them in, but I decided I should put them here. They probably aren't good but I try.

More details
WpActionLinkContent Guidelines