I thought that everything was gone
that it will be alright
I thought I was strong
that I wouldn't cry
but my mind as always
is winning the fight
it's not that unusual
for me to feel this way
but it's to much to ask
just saying go away
so much to ask
stop at once
cause you can't deal with it
but you're force to deal
with the things you feel
you're curse to lose
the things you hold so dear
so better get use to it
or just end it all here
there's not difference
it's not worth it
I just want it to stop
I want it to go away
I want to be able to do things
but because of it I can't do it
I'm just stuck in the same place
like a lark with a broken wing
I can't fly
I can't be free
YOU ARE READING
Just don't
PoetryPoems from the lonely heart that always silence what they want to say. Mostly for fear of starting something they don't want to see it end.
