My Poetry: The Sequel | ✔

Often

I often never repeat
What I can't eat
I often never try
What I deny
I'm often livid
So easily triggered
I'm often sad
But the reason's never bad
I often cry
Just wishing for a way to fly
I often cut
When I fall apart
I often go too deep
Feeling the need to sleep
I often weigh the cons and pros
Of letting my eyes close
Now they can't open
I'll no longer be broken
Forever, I'll rest
As I wish you the best