It's reaching for something just an inch too far out
It's jumping to reach it, thinking I have it
Then losing my grip, slipping and falling
It's landing hard on the ground I forgot was there
It's them asking if I'm okay, me saying I'm fine, them hurting me just for the fun of it, poking through the cracks in my walls
It's me building another, stronger wall to protect myself
Reaching again, then jumping, and falling, breaking my heart again and again
It's doing it again, somehow thinking it'll be different this time
And you wonder why I'm so cold to people
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoésiePoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
