Came to you with mess i made
Tell me i'm safe
Could you take care of a broken soul?
I hold the trigger to my head
Count 1,2,3
If it helps then its all i need
But every minute can get easier
Every minute can heal
The more you talk to me
But, now you're gone and i'm here laying and crying asking myself
Why?
Is it the mess i made?
Is it me?
My broken soul?
Am i too much to you?
YOU ARE READING
mindless thoughts
PoesiShe has that deep thoughts even the ocean couldn't fathom. She has that wild soul like a big wave only few brave enough to surf. Shes wild, deep and uncontrolable. 🌟 Hope you enjoy! Go check it out , much love - Zanisca.
