LonelySometimes when I sit alone,
I miss the old me.The time when I wasn't
such a wrecked soul and never
felt lonely in a room filled with
so many people.I miss what I used to be
when I wasn't so sure what
betrayal tastes likeand who should
I blame for bringing such
destruction into my life?You or me?
Whoever it is,
I can never go back to
what I used to be.***
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Underneath My Skin | Poetry
詩歌a few poetries I've scrawled underneath my skin -» all rights reserved to the author