It's hard to paint
a picture when you
don't have the tools
It's hard to sing a song
When you don't feel the lyrics
they've written with their blood
It's hard to dance to music
That your heart does not understand
And it's even harder to
write when
you have nothing
left to say;
no strength to stand
Difficulties arise
whenever you feel obligated
to do something you dislike
Maybe that's why
you can't seem to change
for someone
you no longer love,
right?
YOU ARE READING
Breathe
Poetry- how I breathe through the never-ending madness in my mind. [ 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 ] Highest Rank: #130 in Poetry #38 in Brokenhearted #8 in Venting
