It's like a diary with a lock on it,
You can't get in,
Without a key.
What if that key was a human being?
What would you do then?
I have many sides,
You know about pretty much every single one.
I showed you,
Myself.
I'm afraid of myself,
and that one day,
In the room,
Alone.
You got the key,
to my diary.
"I'm afraid of myself."
Have you ever heard me sound so afraid?
So scared?
I was crying,
Because I knew,
If I was to let myself go completely,
I wouldn't even be alive.
You would be devastated.
My mother,
Well,
She would've joined me.
I would've crushed everyone without a second thought.
It's called going numb,
And being in that state,
I don't believe,
or Care,
About anyone,
or anything.
This is my rock bottom.
I showed you,
something I try to keep to myself.
I showed you,
My scared side.
I try to be normal,
But in the end,
they always find out,
And run away.
So why haven't you?
YOU ARE READING
It's Just Us
PoetryThe ups, the downs, the good days, and the bad. What's the use of a relationship book if you only say the good things? Hate to break it to ya, love is painful just as much as it is amazing.