These thoughts they're echoing round my head
The words that you said, when you left me for dead,
I wish that they'd never been spoken.
The look that you gave me,
"We can still be friends. The end."
Made me want to fall down, and cry.
I hate that they pity me,
when they should be looking at themselves,
cause at least I am free,
from my doubts and insecurity
because I have hit rock bottom.
But I'm making my way up,
going back to the top,
and this time.
I'm keeping my identity.
Though I honestly wish
that I could just start over.
And not make the same mistakes.
YOU ARE READING
live out loud
Poetrya collection of the thoughts that i have that are hard to share 2019 update: basically a book that i update whenever i feel like a worthless human being
