my façade is slipping.
slowly I'm losing.
someone explain to me why I feel such pain over such miniscule things?
I used to be stronger but now a rain cloud follows my footsteps. leaving cold puddles beneath my feet.
a river, a stream, flows down my cheeks.
someone please explain to me why do I need to cry over such petty things?
why won't I stop crying?
why won't I stop hurting?
I'm such a crybaby.
is anyone listening?
YOU ARE READING
Dirty Petals
Puisifree verse poetry, well mostly free verse. I don't usually go by any poetic devises at least not purposely. I just go with the flow. I write my feelings on paper but in this situation on my touchscreen or my laptop keys. I write poetry ALOT but that...
