Are you in heaven,
Waiting for me?
Looking down at me
Disapprovingly?
I'm sorry mother for I'm such a
worthless child.
A failure, a loser
who should've just died.
I'm just another hellbound with unquenchable thirst for heaven.
My scribblings screams pain,
The pain that overwhelms me when I think of you.
Because I know that I can never smell your affection
again,
For I'm a dweller of hell, deprived of Heaven.
YOU ARE READING
Forgotten Scribblings
PoetryJust some trash collected from the dusty, crumpled papers lying in my drawer. I know, I should've trash canned them aeons ago but here I am, publishing them on Wattpad. Stab me.
