It hurts so fucking much.
That I always feel so weak.
But on the outside, I always come out as strong.
But the truth is, I'm breaking. Into tiny fucking pieces.
Why can't you see?
Why can't you see that I need you?
That I need your warmth?
That I need your comfort?
That I need you to be someone I can talk to?
That I need you to be a shoulder I can lean on?
I need you so badly.
When things get too overwhelming for me.
When things get too dark and cold.
When. When I can't handle things anymore.
I need you right now.
YOU ARE READING
deep scars//
Poezie"poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - robert frost
