So many people just up and left,
Then they come back, saying it won't happen again.
You think I would've learned my lesson.
Caring too much for people who could care less.
My life feels like a hopeless game of chess.
I'm too attached, I feel a pain in my chest.
I forget too often that I'm quite fragile.
With me, though, they don't care how I'm handled.
Again and again, I ask myself, "Why do I try?"
When each and every time, it ends with my cries.
Its the fragile things that always break and die.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
