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I almost stayed up the whole time last night, 

questions filled my head, 

memories killed me a thousand times,

Again, its the lost fight.


Im suffering again, 

Im back at the very start,

Everything is the same 

Except this time im not going to try.


Every time i try,

this is how it ends.

So why bother?

When no one even cares.


And even if i talked,

whom will understand?

No one cares, don't bother them.

They think your okay, hide behind the curtain of shame.


I wanna cry,

to curl up in a ball and die.

To i have everything in me but the fight.

Until then, hold up a thumb and smile.



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