my hopes gather at the bottom of the wishing well
years and years of torment and torture
rotting at the bottom of the wishing well
13 years of my life are drowned at the bottom of the wishing well
my tears, my blood, my sweat, my tears fill the wishing well
topped with anger the wishing well overflows
consuming the old me
taking all of my hopes, all of my dreams
cursing me with never ending doubt
because of you I dont know if I am enough
I cant trust anyone
Im scared and hopeless
you ruined me
YOU ARE READING
new beginnings
Poetrydreams dreamt, thoughts float, in this collection I open my heart judgement is not warrented in a world likr ours, love seems to get caught in the web we weave enjoy please, that is all I ask, to new beginnings and a farewell to the past
