An old man passed by me today and asked what day it was, and it was silly, because I didn't know either. Thursday, I said, but then realized I only have two scars on my left hand.
How was I this tired so soon? How can we be this tired at this age?
People smile at me saying I'm too young to understand, but I've lived a thousand lives, I've lost people and I've seen people die, I've walked this earth and crossed these skies, I've seen pain and I've held it in my mind, but nothing I gained will ever be mine,
Because pain does not give, not even for a prize, neither your bleeding heart or your stupid mind, and pain has friends, they visit quite soon, every now and then they come crawling to my room. Fear grips my hair while grief leaves scars on my face, meanwhile the others hold my hands as if it was all just a game,
But this game will last till one of us win, and I fight everyday trying to keep it all in. And every bite is a win, even a simple smile, for I cannot win- but I can hold on for a while.
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Empty me, Fill me up
PoetryFor all the girl who ever felt the need to be emptied out and get filled up again by someone, to anyone who always feels too much - you are enough!
