i'm tired
i'm hurt
i'm empty
i've lost this war
it's my fault...that I couldn't stop this
i couldn't stop myself from hating me
from feeling these things that crawl up from my scars into my mind
you don't understand, I know you want me to get better
but I don't
i can't be fixed, the flower that once blossomed throughout my soul is dead
it died a long time ago
i just pretended to be happy
for a moment I even tricked myself
goodbye, it's my time to go
(jlg)
YOU ARE READING
where the wallflowers hide. ✿
Poesía❝you see things you keep quiet about them and you understand ❞