Holy shit dude
There are 7 of them?
Why are there so many?
What are you doing?
Even worse since you keep digging a grave.
You'll be left behind.
You fucked up.
Jesus Christ you let it get to your head.
How could you do that?
What's your problem?
You're making so many wrong choices.
What do you tell J?
What happens then?
You just broke the one thing you promised.
You fucking piece of shit.
You became the one thing you fucking hate.
Why are you lying to yourself?
You can't hide.
You fucked up.
What're you going to do?
YOU ARE READING
Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
