Some come. Some go. Shit happens. Explainable or not. You sometimes jus don't kno. Life's a bitch. So i've felt. Tears and fears. Death and crime. Jus a load of shit. Feel out of place. Out of space. Cant breath. Like a hit to the heart. Tearing your world apart. Breaking your insides. Ripping them out. Wanting to scream and shout. Shit happens. So what? Does one sit here? Letting them see our fear? Having our heart lieng on the floor. For you to step on. Go ahead. We can see. That you don't even kno me. Get over it. You dont own it. Even tho this one is broken. This is what is spoken. Stuck in this rut. All of these cuts. But hey. Shit happens. Right?
Reason for writing:
To my ex (J.L.T.)whom I love and jus how I feel right now.
Birth sign: Taurus
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