I know you feel futile, but there isn’t a need to
I implore you to search you’re own sense as to why you’re experiencing these pessimistic thoughts.
A plague of guilt causes an earthquake to my thoughts and the after shock is your reaction.
Please see that I am trying to construct a more stable foundation for you to observe. I was destined to become broken.
I know playing doctor casts together some form of your esteem, but a bedroom stained with blood and tears tells no lies. just listen to its spoken words. once you’re finished listening, maybe you’ll stay and battle with me, maybe you’ll leave who knows. I beg reassurance is inevitable.
Just know, it’s not permanent
YOU ARE READING
To You From Me
PoetryI write what I feel in the moment I feel it And write the words as I see them It's just A book of poems Maybe its worth a read to you, But also maybe its not. "The fixation of beauty is always looking through a telescope and always failing to see th...
