Secrets Sell But That's Putting It Simple Poem by Nathan West

Secrets Sell But That's Putting It Simple

These walls that lie before me
Are all I have left of my past
The scars bring back the memories I wish I didn't have
Enclose me in your boiling rain in which I can't escape
Cut myself with my lies and all of my mistakes
This place feels like Eden to the world outside
No love, no pain, no sorrow, just a place where I can hide
Oh how I regret the times I ignored your advice
Now I wish I listened because it could've saved my life
But if I could turn back time and do it all again
I'd do everything the same because I love the mess i'm in

Wednesday, September 4, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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