Ink
Red ink
It pours out of me
It becomes apart of me
All with one move
Considered to be a mistake
Arguments
Loud Arguments
It haunts me every day
It makes me want to go away
All with a single act
That I can make
That I know might be a mistake
One
One chance
Its all I have
To live happily
And I've yet seem to have no chance
Even from the start
And I hope that was a mistake
Mistake
My mistake
It seems to point at me
It tells me to fix itself
Even though the deed was done
A stupid mistake.
The thought was made
"I can do better"
Yet I don't see how
I don't see the answer
To all my mistakes
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 5:43 AM UTC
Ink
Red ink
It pours out of me
It becomes apart of me
All with one move
Considered to be a mistake
Arguments
Loud Arguments
It haunts me every day
It makes me want to go away
All with a single act
That I can make
That I know might be a mistake
One
One chance
Its all I have
To live happily
And I've yet seem to have no chance
Even from the start
And I hope that was a mistake
Mistake
My mistake
It seems to point at me
It tells me to fix itself
Even though the deed was done
A stupid mistake.
The thought was made
"I can do better"
Yet I don't see how
I don't see the answer
To all my mistakes
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