I'm suffering
I'm fragmented
But I still can't stop breaking myself
To save you
Because
You are precious
And
I'll keep suffering
And hurt myself thousand times
To make you happy
Even if the happiness lasts for a minute
Because
You are precious
A/N
I don't remember when I wrote this, but I kinda like this poem.
I've read somewhere that, when you read a poem, you are never sure what the poet is talking about. You might have an idea, but you will never really know the poem or the author.
But, I guess I think differently. I think, you can know a lot about someone just by reading their poems because you are reading their words, thoughts, emotions. I might be wrong but it's just something I was thinking about.
Anyway,
Stay Safe!
Bye
