If I'm being honest I'll confess the lonliness and heartache I feel on the inside like a tree rotting from the roots and decaying by the minute. I can feel my bones and soul break and if I'm being honest I sometimes hope this is the last breath I take cause I feel fire burning within fueled by the gasoline that is my sin that I'm too prideful to confess cause if I am being honest I just want to rest...
Fyi poetry is how I get all the junk out of me so I know alot of it is super sad but it's how I vent.