i don't wanna be strong anymore.
I don't want to fake smiles.
I want to sink in someone's arms and let myself go.
Cry for as long as I need.
Trust them with my heart.
Call them when I'm stuck in my head.
Do all those things I'm afraid of.
YOU ARE READING
THINKING ABOUT ME AT 3 A.M.
Poesíathese poems weren't written to be published. they are really personal and autobiographical, but I wrote them to find some kind of comfort. I thought that maybe I'm not the only one, searching for someone to understand me. So, if you do... I'm sorry...
