I know you are tired now.
Tired of all this constant shit that's going on.
Tired of having no option but to keep moving even though you are screaming for a break.
Tired of being let down again and again.
Tired of going through this hellish cycle.
Tired of trying
I know you just don't see the sense in anything anymore. You're brimming with pain that no one else can see. There are countless rashes, cuts, scratches, aches and open bleeding wounds - you've become an artwork of injuries.
People have started thinking that you are a cry baby and hopelessly whining and complaining case when every damn problem gets your tears flowing - but what they don't see is that you are full now and every small drop does make you spill. Let them think so. There's a strange courage in crying - a beautiful release.
YOU ARE READING
--Bridges--
PoetryOne of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the b...
