You know mum why I became,
So careful at using words?
Words that almost touches the hearts,
That doesn't deepen within?
Because I am,
So afraid that someone will love me,
And I return it just to be left again.
I think I hit it,
What they call
[philophobia].
Breaking promises is very painful mum,
I don't want to make more.
I'm talking about them again,
As if we still behave like how we used to.
Aren't we already built a barrier,
We no longer the old us.
How simple is this heart that held by my ribcage,
Who is worth it?
It's troublesome,
To sit in the middle,
between and between.
I am hurting myself inwardly.
It aches mum,
My smile didn't allow them to know,
By that they think,
That I don't care anymore.
This is difficult mum.
My friends died when they're actually alive.
I don't know whether this is better for me,
Or my empty heart just can't figure it,
..........yet?
YOU ARE READING
The Locked Note
PoetryMum you can read this,, But not before I'm inside my grave..! Words, she can't handle to know if I'm still breathing, Me un-breathing will be her green light if she wanted to. I'll still be in heaven even if you read it, Cuz words can't changes de...
