It's not always girls, you know.
It's the guys too.
They struggle too.
They look in the mirror, and they struggle with self image.
They cry themselves to sleep at night.
They hurt so much that they use a blade to free the pain.
They close their eyes in the middle of a crowd and wish they could just disappear.
They sit at the dinning room table and force themselves to eat a piece of toast.
They take deep breaths, whispering to themselves, "1, 2, 3" to calm their beating hearts. Just to escape that deep pain in their chests.
It's not just the girls that suffer.
It's the guys too.
They hold pain too.
***
To my love;
You are not alone in this.
I'm here.
You are worthy.
You are enough.
You are loved.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
PoetryLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》
