Have you ever held your breath?
I do dozens of times in hopes that one will relief.
I come to doubt my supposed personality.
I was a peacemaker now I just want to scream until my lungs hurt.
I want to hurt because maybe someone will feel the pain.
I am no longer a peacemaker, but instead smile at the thought of hurting someone who hurt me.
Someone like him.
YOU ARE READING
A Thousand Nights.
Storie d'amoreEndless poetry for the restless souls that wander through life seeking evergreen words.
