I don't feel alive
I just want to cry until my eyes are sore
I want my heart to stop beating
People shove me and lock me into doors with a wall built up because that's easier than looking me in the eye and telling me that they're hurting
I'm tired
Of breathing
Of sensing so much and feeling
That my hands turn cold whenever I touch
Someone's broken heart
Because they push me away and it kills me that I
Am so empathic at the age of sixteen
This world wasn't meant for me
Compassion and love are curses that
Will never leave
YOU ARE READING
Milk.
PuisiWelcome to my mind. I thought it was time to introduce to the world a part of me that not a lot of people haven't seen, and still fail to see. In this book, you will find a collection of quotes, poetry, love, rants, stories, and more. DISCLAIMER: [...
