I try so hard
to not give in.
But sometimes the pull
grows until it wins.
And I try my best
to not give up
but I always end up
so very stuck.
Why can't I stop?
My skin aches.
The bruises are hard to hide.
I don't really like this pain.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poesía[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
