Hey, friends,
why do you always leave?
I probably already guessed the reason,
but I still want to know.
Or maybe I don't.
Maybe I wanna scream.
Because this is all just a cycle,
isn't it?
I get my hopes up,
momentarily feel better.
I crash and fall,
and wait to die.
But oh, my life is woe.
The cycle repeats.
Eating away my hope,
leaving nothing.
YOU ARE READING
demons
PoetryI want to be beautiful, too. -M.R c.2015 *** a/n: this book is about two years old now. it's some of my old writing that i'd thought i'd keep published so i can see how i've progressed. if you'd like some newer poems, i've got more recent poetry boo...
