How dare I believe in anything more
than the past that has broken me,
shattered me.
I am no more than the tears
that run down my face,
wiping and erasing the facial expressions
I tried so hard to perfect
What now?
Motions, go through the motions.
Believe in these motions.
I have to get somewhere
anywhere
don't pull me back in
don't fight for me
I've already given up.
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
