Why does it always end up like this.
I'm always the one who's crying.
Lying in her bed, face into a pillow and sobbing the sanity out.
Why can't it be someone else for a change.
I'm not saying I want to make them cry
But why can't someone else be the one who's uncontrollably sobbing.
The one who cries that much that she can't breathe, that's what I call myself.
I look in the mirror after it and think:
'Who is she'
I don't look the same, I don't feel the same.
There's things I want to say to them but I'll let them live.
I have strong feelings, they're uncontrollable
Uncomfortable.
They're like a virus living inside my heart that won't seem to leave.
No matter how much I take care of myself.
My heart is fragile but has a strong barricade keeping it safe.
Double edge swords do two lots of damage, I didn't know that till now.
Why do I have To be holding it?
YOU ARE READING
dreamt thoughts
Poesíathis is just poetry. nothing more, nothing less enjoy bbys <3
