There was an effort.
An effort to keep things together.
Hold everyone like it's love.
When all it did was hurt.
The stories just made it a vague incident.
But I was hurting all the time, everytime.
Even the sound of rain could not keep me sane,
Even my favorite sounds wouldn't heal my hurt.
Often wonder whom to blame,
Often think of pretty things in life,
And wonder what if it was my life,
Would I ever feel this bad all the time?
I wanted to make an effort though,
The hurt was ok, till I can keep you my love.
But what should I do when you don't think of our love anymore?
Should I still try to keep falling peices togther?
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
