Hello
I see that you're crying
Over me
Please don't
Go on with your normal life
Just like before
I wasn't that big of a difference anyway
Right?
How does it feel to walk on the ground painted with my blood?
How does it feel to be part of this painting?
Too bad,
You only miss things and people
When it's too late
Too bad this is no exception
This is the end of my book
It's not your end
Don't make me regret my choice
Just leave and never look down
At the floor
Where I'm in
Just put these water lilies down
And let me rest in peace
YOU ARE READING
My Book Of Sad Useless Poetry
RandomThey warned me about thinking too much, going too deep into the ocean, yet here I am drowning into it's dark cold water.
