So often, I would go back
to the place that hurt me
—to savor the pain
and the hurt
because I deserve itSo often, I would look
behind me so that
I could grasp the state
of my dwindling realitySo often, I would slick back
the hair I've let grow long
—just to hide the sadness
living in my eyesI saw nothing as expected
—just empty, black pools
that drown in regret—
heartache—
pain and death
because I deserve itSo often, I would change back
to a shirt I've worn
the night before
—just so I could relive
the days of old
when it was betterBut I'd smell the nostalgia
of my past and
I'd remember everything
that brought me here
—just to recall blood
screams—
chains
because I deserve itSo often, I would look back
to the darkness
that devoured me
—to deny myself
of the pleasure of mockery
just so I could find
hope that tomorrow
will come and
it will be better
YOU ARE READING
a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.
Poetry❝𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯❞ ˜"*°•˜"*...