Every heart is a wicked trap
Out there
Is a dangerous world
Full of them, fucking hearts
Some good
Some bad
Back to the good ones
Who I can't help, but impulsively fall for
The bad ones on the other hand
Like mine
Are black as fuck
And rotten to the core
Am I even capable of love?
I mean
I'm a selfish and egoistic bitch
Inside and out
Constantly worrying about my life
Constantly complaining about life
Constantly ignoring my loved ones
Constantly wanting to die
I really don't want to be this person
Cruel and sad
But death
That I deserve
- Mel Rose
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poems by Mel
PoesíaOnly poems: Love, thoughts, sadness, struggles, family, friendship, shit and eventually more feelings. Hope you like them ♥️
