see, I cannot handle
no longer
there are cracks in my skin, like dried leaves
I have no
no power
I have no strength
I have been blown away
like a daffodil on a windy day
like a soft kind petal
see, I have fallen
into a puddle of mud
and I am stuck
do not speak to me
about your worries
for I have worries of my own
and I can only handle the weight of myself upon my shoulders
speak to me once more and watch these cracks grow bigger
but I will not say a thing
because I am kind
so I will put up with it
and act like I am fine
because you don't care of my problems
you care of your own
even though you know
that I might shrivel up
and dry
like the leaves in fall
2:16 am
YOU ARE READING
Venus (Book 2)
PoetryA second poetry book, describing my pain, fear, and of course, sad moments as well as happy... You are not alone, and I'm sure you can get through this, we can work on this together. I wish you all the best in life! 2017
