I don't know how to seek for help without being seen as weak.
I don't know how to be vulnerable without being judged.
I don't know how to cry when my tears feel like lava dripping down my face.
My wounds are visible but they just don't want to help. I'm bleeding and I'm waiting for someone to patch me up.
I feel like an actor in a tragic play. I'm crying, sobbing and asking for help but everyone is laughing like what I'm doing is a comedy act.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
