One thing after the next
Now I'm going through another divorice
But I saw it coming
I saw it sitting there
Almost allowing me to call it before it happened
But what now?
Will I be drug into the middle
Or will I never see my uncle again?
I don't know anymore
Last night I cried
I cried on the inside,
Unable to cry on the outside
I cut to release the pain,
But it just made me feel worst
I've relapsed
And it's gonna be a struggle to build myself back up
After I've already fallen down
More then once.
What's gonna happen next?
YOU ARE READING
Do you even know?
PoetryDoes anyone know the feeling that no one knows you? That you always put on such a good act that people can never tell if you are okay or not?
