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Mar 2014
Late at night, when the sky's dark
Early in the morning, when the light's stark
I think about the things I've done
And they swell near to bursting

All the actions that I've taken
All the promises I'm breaking
Those are what sting me every time
They make me hate myself more

Every dumb **** that comes along
Sighing and moaning that I'm not wrong
I just want to throw them away
And dump myself out with the trash

'Cause that's what it is in the end
And I'm always measured by my every sin
So crush me, smash me, throw me away
And I'll sit here in silence, remorseful
Josiah Wilson
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Josiah Wilson  Indiana
(Indiana)   
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