I am under the impression
That I don't know anything, not anymore.
& the most painful truth that hurts is that I
No longer know me.
I'm told loving hurts and every time you try
It leaves you with a feeling of grieve.
I'm not sure what is expect or what's to come & I wish I knew.
But I'm sure it'll hurt.
I don't really understand anything & I'm more confused than ever. I don't recognize who I am anymore & maybe it's the bad haircut that was supposed to be a trim or that I've been wounded with words & that I have no one to lean on because I don't know how to lean on them.
Maybe I've been pushed because my struggles are too much and who I am is too fucked up.
I don't understand how people who feel like this get through it & I fight with each breathe I take & it gets harder.
Maybe I'm just someone who doesn't know & no amount of therapy could fix me. Do I need fixing?
I just wish someone would hold me. I don't know who I am, I don't know who you are & maybe I could go for a little bit, just a little
to rest my weary head down.
Just a little longer...
-m.j.h.
YOU ARE READING
(Poetry)Beginning of The Unknown.
PoesíaThis is a collection of short stories or as I like to call them poems. Although, they are dark and yet pure and soft. I hope you're able to remember moments of kindness and happiness. I thank you for the opportunity of sharing these moments with you...