Hear Me
☂
I cry myself to sleep
When I'm at my worst
The voices telling me I'm not enough
It's hard when it happens a lot
Everyday, Every night
It builds up on the inside
Each breath picks up
Each sound fades away
Till I'm in the dark
Cry all you want because it will never be enough
The tears can only represent that one percent
Hear me anyone, please hear me
Tell me it's alright
Whisper in my ear till I know you're near
Hold me close till I'm afloat
Let me go and, I can never know
So hear me
☂
I am to depressing for my own good
☂
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Vintagely Me
Poetryvin•tage (noun) the year or place in which wine, especially wine of high quality, was produced.
