Often times i question myself.
I ask myself if there's a reason why i always get my heart broken. I wonder if I'm just too sensitive or attatched.
Or if I'm just too much of a crybaby.
I blame It on my past but really it's not my past
It's my present.
I don't know how to let things go.
If i can't let things go, my heart can't heal.
So when something hurts me
I fall apart into a million tiny pieces
And i just stay that way.
I don't know how to pick myself back up.
I don't know how to be happy.
I don't know how to be tough.
I'm a big ball of broken.
That's all I'll ever be.
YOU ARE READING
The hurting.
PoetryThis is the poetry of my hurt. These poems are the result of my trauma, heart ache, and loneliness . Rupi Kaur is an inspiration, but my pain is my biggest one. Enjoy.
