I finally just wanna be done hurting.
Done hurting myself.
Done being hurt by the idea that used to be "us".
I'm tired of being hurt.
It hurts.
We're done being hurt.
So life moves on.
YOU ARE READING
Can you feel this?
PoetryMy inner feelings. The ones I tell no one. The thoughts of you that pass my brain mostly - but if you can feel some of these things, some of these deep, twisted feelings. I'm sorry. You're not alone though. <3
