~Divorced~
Our souls Smeared black on our hearts that were once filled with love
And God frowns upon us from above
I drive away leaving memories and all behind
As I have this growing feeling in my chest that I can not define
No, not regret, nor depression
"But something different," I whisper asking myself this question
I know that in the future I'll be fine
While you'll be sulking in self pity and drinking wine
But what was I thinking, having this idea of some idealistic future?
YOU ARE READING
Mixed Emotions :):
詩歌Bullying, self harm, cutting, depression, and more. Read if you like poetry.
