tears rolling down my face
my throat tight
inhaling quickly, my breathing compromised
pain.
it's not simple.
I thought I had friends
they acted kind to me
apparently they hate me
pain.
it's not simple.
I thought I was okay
I hurt myself and no one knew
pain.
Do I really have friends?
Does my family even care?
pain.
3 things
Happiness.
Smiles.
Kindness.
It's all I ask, but never receive
pain.
am I good enough?
do I deserve my friends?
am I truly starting to love myself?
pain.
I love everyone.
Even when I'm stabbed
I'll never turn my back
i get broken
daily.
pain.
YOU ARE READING
pain.
Poetrypain. it seems basic but it's complicated... it's small for now... I'm still learning
