Some days I beg myself to end it all.
Somedays I just lay down.
Nobody sees the pain I go through.
Until they walk in on me crying out in pain. They don't understand the pain in my chest that aches everyday.
And I didn't even break up with somebody.
It just hurts because of all I've been through. It's sad to look back at young photos knowing exactly what happened that day.
And who I turned out to be.
It makes me cry for the young girl who didn't know what was to come.
How sad that I am still that young girl terrified knowing what's to come.
YOU ARE READING
Nefelibata
PoetryCOMPLETE A mix of poems and quotes Nefelibata: cloud walker; one who lives in the clouds of there own imagination
