when I can't stand it anymore,
please understand me.
and if one day I ask you
"can I cry?"
honestly I really can't stand it anymore.
and when suddenly I cry,
please don't think I'm weak.
because I'm tired of pretending to be happy in a fragile state.
YOU ARE READING
there'll Be a Miracle.
PoetryI wish. everything about my feelings. And maybe, your feelings too. We never know, right?
