Dear Anonymous,
How much more
pain must I feel
before it can all
be numb?
I'm tired of
running, but my
feet won't stop
moving.
I keep drinking
my own tears, yet
I'm still so thirsty.
I'm exhausted,
yet I keep myself
wide awake for I'm
scared that when I
close my eyes, they
might not open
anymore.
I want to stop feeling
like I'm the only
person that's capable
of holding my own hands.
Is my inconvenience
troublesome?
I'm sorry.
Forget about
what I said.
Dear Anonymous,
"How are you feeling?"
That's when you
finally heard
my voice.
YOU ARE READING
You Look Like Yourself (Poetry)
Poetry"I want to go beyond words I dread to speak, messages I fear to send and realities I refuse to face. " -j.c (Updates are daily. Once or twice a day)
