I write poems to make my thoughts make sense. It doesn't always work, but at least I can express my pain, in a better way than I usually do it. |
You ask me where I came from,
How did I get here...
Too many tears have fallen,
Too many opportunities have passed by...
You ask me where I came from,
How did I get here...
I thought you were perfect,
The perfect one for me...
I’ve been a fool
I let you in...
I’m so tired of being broken,
A broken child...