Crossed Questions
Cross my heart and hope to die
Stabbed in the back a thousand times
Insecurities are mounting high
What did I do to earn this life?
Held prisoner by my brain
My mental state is not okay
Why do I always do this to me?
I lost a girl
I lost a friend
I lost a way to make amends
I lost so many but in the end
Did they even care to stay with me?
This poem is about:
Me