it's like a nightmare
playing over and over in my head
what'd she do?
how'd it happen?
could you feel it down to the last atom?
did you want to die?
why does it matter pequeña? it's over.
because i need to know
i need to torture myself
with guilt and shame and hatred
as i live with the burden of your trauma
so i never forget it's my fault
YOU ARE READING
Even Stars Die
Poetry"Nothing is infinite. For even the stars, brilliant and bright and true, light up the dark for but a brief moment before disappearing into the endless night." 【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】 These pages were meant to bring my greatest fears to life because desp...
