Its that time again
not as fast as usually though just seemed to sneak up on me
I saw it happening but then again i wanted to give my self hope at happiness within myself
it was to late though the clock was ticking and i was there standing with open wounds
I wanted answers but i knew them already i just wanted some that didn't involve my feelings acing after
it was that time again accept this one had a name a birthday and knew my whole story
the damage was done and the words were so bold it was leaking through my eyes
it was that time again i was back a little girl trying protect myself from all the confusion and screams
i didn't wanna be alone again but if its anything i knew best it was that i was the best at loving but not the best with happy endings
i needed a drink i needed time to replay itself i just needed to that little girl to tell me why was i alone once again
my jaws bleed from thinking so deep and biting my cheeks the more my thoughts took over
it was just over i was all alone again
- Author: Tylove1 ( Offline)
- Published: January 20th, 2023 22:31
- Comment from author about the poem: sometimes self destruction and the past dont mix
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Very sad especially the reference to childhood. Hope the subject finds peace
it will thank you
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