Let’s pour
this soul on to the page
Let’s drench
this paper with my insides
Can you see
my worth, can you feel the emotion?
This is who
I am and I know I’ll never change
I have flaws
and imperfections
My brain, is
my worst enemy
I over think
things all the time
Headaches
and Heartaches
Are the norm
Sometimes I
think I thrive on the pain
It’s my
cushion of constant
It is always
there in the back of my mind
Maybe I find
comfort in it
Because you
know I always hope for the worst
So leave me
because this is my curse
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