I'm trying.
Trying to figure out a way
To change what I've become
Trying to delete my useless thoughts,
Trying my best to be the one
You want me to be.
But I can't love like that,
I've tried,
But pretending to be
someone else hurts.
And don't you dare
Say that I stopped caring,
That I'm not trying to work
This out.
Because we both now the scars
On my feet tells a different story.
- Is this what they call love?
YOU ARE READING
Shattered glass
Poetry［Highest ranking: #15］"Perhaps 'it wasn't meant to be' was our meant to be" he says as he chugs down yet another drink. She looks at him and rolls her eyes, "I wonder when your organs will give up on you too".
