I was so happy
I made 1 week,
I passed the goal
I thought I couldn't keep.
But then the next day
I failed once more,
The blade dragged against my skin
Making it red raw.
I apologise to you
It all became to much,
And so I, myself am punished
It became as such.
YOU ARE READING
The Truth
PoetryThis is a collect of my poems I know that originally it also had ones that I liked, but I deleted them to make it my own. Potential trigger warning Cover drawn by me. So don't judge, I know it's bad. *completed* 1st poem book "The Truth" 2nd poem b...
