Tears are streaming down my face.
I can't live here now, not in this place...
My heart is throbbing, chest is aching.
I'm sobbing and my body's shaking...
I can't take back the words I said,
They're ricocheting in my head...
Getting louder as I weep,
How can my mistakes cut so deep...
I'm sorry, I promise, I truly am.
I'm not a monster, I'll change, I can...
And, if not, I'll disappear.
At least that's better than being here...
Is there a monster inside of me?
For, when I look in the mirror that's all I see...
Forgive me, please, let me prove I'm kind.
Trust me, oh please, don't leave me behind...
Author's Note:
I wrote this while crying in my closet after an unpleasant interaction with someone I love.
I then posted it onto wattpad, before quickly deleting it. And now, about six months later, this poem has resurfaced. Enjoy this melodramatic representation of how it feels to say things you don't mean :)
-I. Quill
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Rain Clouds
PoesíaSimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
