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I know i'm not really myself when i'm doing this I'm not quite myself very often to be honest but I regret every single time I wasn't there myself. I hate this disease i hate this disorder and the things it makes me do when I'm in an island far away from myself living in a reality where stolen things are quite better than my own and the moon shines, bitter & anguished because I stole its shine away and put it on the star that lingers in my stolen rag heart.
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
How to steal a heart
I know i'm not really myself when i'm doing this I'm not quite myself very often to be honest but I regret every single time I wasn't there myself. I hate this disease i hate this disorder and the things it makes me do when I'm in an island far away from myself living in a reality where stolen things are quite better than my own and the moon shines, bitter & anguished because I stole its shine away and put it on the star that lingers in my stolen rag heart.
wolfwrath
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Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
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