i hate permanent pain.. the pain that is eventhough you're not physically wounded, there's something in your upper left chest that'll make you feel you ARE..
No the End
Pain confinements,
Worst sentiments,
My story on its sequence,
It started broken and broken it’ll end,
I thought wounds will be the cure,
So I made some by a razor,
Out of foolishness of no sure,
I’ve got bleeding wrist and a sore,
No sight of fear cause I was eyeshot,
Then things started messing up,
My story was up on its plot,
Badly, it’s cracking my nuts,
The outcome was a fall out,
Happily ever after was a big doubt,
I bid forgiveness through my mouth,
Am I forgiven now?
I feared to lose a friend,
Just now I don’t want to pretend,
I was a so scared to make amends,
My story is ending with no “the end"
-rainne