june 14th, 2017
i tell it all. i tell my mother everything, and i tell her how i feel.
it's as i thought. i have to be brave, even though i don't want to be.
i have to say "no" when i want to say "yes", and i'm crying again. am i crying for you or me? am i crying for the both of us because we never had a chance to be?
i don't know, and i keep wishing it was different. i want it to be different, but it won't be.
and i try to smile as i go along with my mother, but i'm crying still inside; can she see?
she wants the best for me; i know she does. but why does the supposed best hurt so much internally?
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the deluded ones [#2]
Poésie★ WINNER OF THE SHADOW AWARDS FOR POETRY ★ "sometimes i lose my way, but they say love is pain, so i'll hurt once more tonight, just for your sake because i'm at an all time low, and you've made me change." ✦ lovely cover by @anthem- c: sequel to "s...