I'm on the edge, on the edge of myself
Paused in the moment and frozen in time
I wish I could restart
I would, if I knew how it would all turn out
But I cannot and daily, the regret haunts
All my what ifs and whatnots
They question me and I wish I was-
what they wanted me to be
Maybe they expected too much
Maybe I have always been a catastrophe
They say even fallen stars can be wished upon
What about the ones that are buried so deep and down?
My tunnel never had an end
There was no light
it went out waiting for me to be present
I whispered too many secrets to people
My secrets were fragile and delicate
No one paid any heed, they broke them purposely
I should have built thorns and boundaries around me
I failed as I was so easy to played with
I thought I wanted to be free-
when in reality I was held by chains built by me
Once again, I return to the place I despise
I hate it but there is no other place to cry
On the edge I go back
There's a chance I will fall
But I think that's what I want after all
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
