Too Much
This is too much,
Too much now to live with,
For I can't just keep holding on
When you keep bruising me all along.
"I'm perfectly alright" you say
And everything is just a sheer act I lay.
But did you not, even for once,
See me breaking
And tired of holding on?
I laid broken.
Right in front of you.
And yet, all you acknowledged
Was my insolent solitude.
Was I enough?
Or was I just another stone
Left in the sea?
I tried, I tried, I tried.
Always did from the start.
Yet, nothing was ever enough
For that insatiable heart.
Was is so hard to see?
Even after breaking me
To the point it was too much,
Was it so hard
to see the damage you've done?
I wished, I hoped,
I longed for you to understand,
Understand the weight
I've been living under,
Yet all I had ever got
Was only your destructive talk.
I'm sorry.
For failing you,
For not being the one you wished
But I'm tired to stay anymore
Or live the life I wish.
YOU ARE READING
Letting Go I Poems I V.H
PoesíaA short collection of poems written by me. I wrote what I felt. I hope you like it. Reviews are welcomed
