// this never dies //

d e e p l y

9:03 pm

today, i am 15 years old, questioning the blue that you feel.

but, today i am also the girl of despair you feel late at night when it is nothing but you and the wind.

today, i am a person who perhaps feels too deeply.

my emotions are louder than the busy New York intersections,  tearing me piece by piece until i am nothing but a distant memory to the ones i love.

my feelings are on a megaphone. that temporary heartache that you feel is what comes back to haunt me when everybody falls asleep. 

i am fighting these demons alone, too afraid of confrontation because that is what makes it

real.

 no matter how pretty my words sound, this feeling will continue to create a hole in my heart.

   letting the pain linger on my flesh is what makes these words. 

maybe that is why i let it.

//h.g.