I feel broken,
I feel torn
Even after being told,
I have a heart made of stone.
I feel weak, yet I act strong
For I don't want
you to prove me wrong.
I feel the pain,
I feel the fear,
I see my tears fall
and their stain.
I feel my hands shake,
I feel my legs grow weak,
But the crumbling pride left
won't let me fall
for the attention that I seek.
This might be it...
End of my hope
But hear me out, please.
I wish to live
And not a life full of grief.
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Letting Go I Poems I V.H
PoetryA short collection of poems written by me. I wrote what I felt. I hope you like it. Reviews are welcomed
