The blade was inches away from my source of life
If it went right in what would've happened-
The thought still tears at my mind
But self resentment reaffirms all of my earlier crimes
And the effects haven't ceased hurting even with the passing of time
This disaster that I've created always occupies my mind
All day I'm angry so I shout profanities
All night I lay awake, sleep deprived
I am truly convinced that I've lost my sanity
But I'm just growing up
Sometimes caving in
One day I should be forgiven
I mean, everyone sins.
Still, these thoughts so mangled
And severely tangled,
They strangle me
Someone please, set me free.
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