Keep holding on girl, that's the chant and the chorus.
But for how long?? my heart can't hold it anymore.
It keeps ripping me apart of every glimpse of hope.
But for how long?? should I continue to patch my broken pieces.
My heart isn't a thick skin, each pain surpresses my whole body.
But for how long?? would I continue to cure Same illness?
The mirror isn't broken but shared into different pieces, that's how my heart feels.
I'm sorry, you have to go through this over and over again
_Mareeyah✍️
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Poetry𝐸𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝐵𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑑 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚𝑠, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑤 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠༒︎
