Expectations are what seem to ruin me these days. They want to see me tall and without blemish, but no one cares to see me small and unfinished. I seem to break as the days pass. Though, my tears burn my eyes no longer, for crying has become like breathing, and when I am alone I dance with all my demons. "I am okay." Is what they seem to fall for... but when my mind goes asunder, I find myself peeking into death's door.
YOU ARE READING
Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
