Too young to regret; too old to start over Hold on the night to scream over you hate Dreamt the love with warrant, Do the world pay you to be a loner? Torture the life you deserve, You found none to weep Fake your way; leave the scars
To feel the waves in reverse, Drowned in blood, I'd smile in peace I'd work for it, to grow back in time To feel the dark; dreaming a lifetime for more Pay the mystery to buy the eternity Tackle the judge, Forsake the grief, ****** the past....
This poem is for anyone who’s ever stood at the edge of their own story, wondering whether to rewrite it or burn the pages.