I'm tired and restless
I'm loosing myself
I don't know who am I
I don't know who I were
So, tell me again
Who am I now?
Am I what you want?
Where you belong?
We both don't know.
Never will,
but I'm loosing control,
don't know what would help.
So,could you just hold me?
Tell me everything's alright?
Then even when it's not,
you're what holds me alive.
Can't you see?
I'm dying inside.
Even if you think,
my smile is so bright.
so just keep ignoring,
avoiding he facts.
pretend I'm alright,
you don't know what I m.
YOU ARE READING
only the brave | poems
Poesía« it's a church of burnt romances and I'm too far gone to pray. It's a solo song and it's only for the brave » some poems I had in mind, some are personal, some just fictional. I just let my hands write whatever floads in my mind. TW // mostly depre...
