My eyes are wide open
And Im holding my breath
Cause I'm afraid not I may not make it
I'm afraid I may not hold it back
I'm afraid I wont be able to stop
Once these tears of mine started flowing
These screams I'm holding might also come out
I'm most afraid that I may look pitiful and pathetic
From crying because of some stupid guy
I'm afraid of people criticizing me
Im afraid of people not understanding how bad I feel
And Im afraid of going back to him
Once I feel a little better
Im afraid because I might ruin myself again
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Colors of pain
PoesíaPain is like happiness it's colorful and full of stories to tell
