My dear,
It always hurts.
I'm just really confused.
Who am I?
What do you want?
They all tell me different
Yet you tell me soon
Perhaps one day I'll understand
Maybe never
Terrified
Anxious
Just spill it already
We keep putting this off
Love,
Friends
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
