But oh, my darling,
you don't understand,
If I tell you,
it will take you down.
It won't matter if you hold my hand,
All it will ever do is make you drown.
The secret is too big, the burden too heavy.
You tell me you will be fine,
But trust me, this weight your body doesn't want to carry.
I won't let this be the death of you like it was mine.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
