"You played your part well. Did all you had to do, said all you had to say. But a soul can only take so much.
You played the perfect daughter 24/7, you played that part so well that, you went to bed crying, disappointed in yourself for being so fake.
You were the best girlfriend anyone could ever ask for, you were "wife material" as they say. But deep down, you only did it - faked it only because he was your best friend and you didn't want to lose him.
You were the wise friend everyone would run to. You solved their problems, hoping to somehow forget yours. You helped them out every chance you got, even if it meant losing sleep and rest for their pleasure.
But somehow, amidst of everything, you weren't actually there. It was the ghost of everyone's expectations living instead of you. If anyone would care enough to look into your eyes, they'd see all the hurt hidden in the dark shadows. But that's only if anyone cares at all.
You never wanted it to reach this far, all you wanted was not to hurt anyone, and to feel your kindness validated. It started with math homework, ended up with muffing your cries at night with your pillow, wishing your heart would just stop.
You gave so much red and love, you lost parts of you. You lost the red and love in you."
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A MESS.
Poetrya book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
