Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2017
I'm so much like the boy who cried wolf.

Just like him,

it all began as a joke.

As I repeated my musings,

Over and over,

My words meant so much less to those who heard them.

Then,

All so suddenly,

Those words came crashing down on me.

The letters drew tears that stained my cheeks,

The syllables burnt in my throat.

All the times I asked for the world to **** me,

It was killing me in so many ways.

So now I'm staring into the golden eyes of my very own wolf,

And I realise that,

Like the lies of the boy,

I was the one who hurt myself.
I've reworded this so many times and I still feel it will never be want I want it to.
sage
Written by
sage
  544
     ---, Colm, Inked Quill, Jamison Bell, River and 5 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems