You said you don't want to die
but you keep imagining you hurting yourself.
You said you started to embraced yourself and learn how to love you enough
but now, you're hugging a knife with blood drip out from your hands.
You said it's okay to cry and let out
but now, you just keep it all in silence.
All the good things started to faded away
You're not yourself anymore
Or maybe you are, but tried to denied it more
coz' you hate it
You hate everything about yourself
And I knew
I knew it too well
Coz' you that I'm talking is me
It's both of us
It's you and me.
YOU ARE READING
Ink & Paper
PoetryEvery thoughts, words, and feelings that I failed to said... It's all in this paper.
