I won't admit,
I need help.
I lead myself to think,
I'm not putting enough effort in,
I can still fix myself.
Truth is,
I can't.
On the outside I try my hardest to portray myself as...
perfect, beautiful, kind, understanding.
My ugly heart says otherwise.
I'm broken.
But I won't let people see that...
anymore that is.
I let someone see the real me.
And let me tell you,
it didn't end well.
They took advantage of me.
It broke me further.
So I cut them off.
But, I think I've found somebody.
Somebody, I can open up to.
Somebody that understands me,
and I understand them.
They say,
"The friendship is true
when the silence is comfortable."
Our silence is peaceful,
understanding,
assuring.
I hope our silence can grow
into something more powerful.
Strong enough to fix not just me,
but people like me.
I want to help you.
Are you broken?
YOU ARE READING
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓. ── poetry | ✎
Poésie❝Even when we're gone, we'll be in each other's hearts. From what I know, we were always there... there from the start.❞ New beginnings, sad endings, happy endings, sad beginnings. If you're looking for a journey, begin from the start. © nnightdday...
