: : My Return: : Poem by carly bachor
: : My Return: :
Rating: ★2.9
Waiting for a beginning,
a reason for living
I'm calm
as the blood drips off my palm
i wish i could,
but i don't know if i should.
here i whine,
apparently im not fine.
i can't be pure;
there is no cure.
these tears
are from the fears.
as i raise from my grave
i tend to misbehave
i should have never came....
i'm impossible to tame.
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