I have done things in my life Things that I am not proud of In hopes to demise my strife How do I undo what has been done? How could I let myself get this far? How do I end what I've become? It's funny that I used to think I was depressed When all I wrote about was self-mutilation When those words were all I possessed I was so ignorant before I never realized the things I did To think I could settle the score But I uncovered a deeper meaning That I was unconscious to earlier Now that I started interveningBirth sign: Aquarius
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