Forever writing poems late at night

Thinking of why?

Of someone,

Of what it could had become

That is usually where it all begins

So sad and depressing

But it’s the best in me

Pretty much describes everything,

Itself at least.

I’m not one to judge,

But how much longer till it stops

All the torturing myself

Slowly dying inside,

With every little word I write

Or maybe I’m more alive

More alive than ever,

For I have found something better

Something I’ve enjoyed since,

Who knows?

Very long ago,

Sorry for what I’ve told

But it’s just all my feelings that I had to let go

But not sorry at all for you are my true friend

You perhaps might be just like me

A broken hearted soul,

Trying to find its home

But let me tell you, we are whole

We are amazing

We are great

And there’s no escape

There’s no regret

Regret that you couldn’t love yourself

For you are the best

And in the end you shall know,

What you are really for

Because we all desire,

To be like the people we admire