I tried all I could
To change the mistakes I made...
To fix what was broken..
But
the damage was already done
The promises were already broken
The trust hitherto shattered
I begged to turn back the clock
To go to a time when my hands
Were not covered in my own blood
To go to a time..
When I wasn't covered in scars...
Carved by my own hands
When I was brave enough to hope,
To Dream
Now all that surrounds me is utter darkness
full of demons and monsters
That I created...
YOU ARE READING
The Demons That Follow
PoetryHi everyone I write poems in my free time..some are about me and some are not....I'm posting them here to get better at writing so I hope you guys enjoy them
