The Trespasser Poem by Emily Grace

The Trespasser



Every breath I take
Is harder than the last
The pain is ripping through
Never thought it'd come this fast

Breaking many promises
Turning down this life
Looking at the trespasser
The tip of a bloody knife

Scared enough to hesitate
Bold enough to shove it in
I can't believe I fell for it
Can't believe I let him win

Friday, January 10, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: believe,sad
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