I tried.
But tired.
My hands are tied.
I'm out of my mind.
Didn't realize
It'd break my heart.
Don't deny
That you didn't lie.
Don't ask me why
I cry every night.
I know it's hard,
But I'll say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Through the pain
PoetryForgotten notes of burnt pages. Image copyright belongs to Miroslav Boskov
