You're afraid,
aren't you?
The tears spilling
from your eyes,
it's not enough.
The blood pooling
in your mouth,
it keeps it shut.
You're choking on
your own self-hatred.
When will you cough
it all up?
Some people around you
wouldn't breathe life
back into your lungs
if you needed it.
You know who they are.
How can you let them
treat you this way?
How can you
treat yourself this way?
What did you ever do
to deserve all this pain,
all this suffering?
you're not afraid of your own shadow - you're afraid of your own light.
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
PoesíaThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
