Hurt

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I keep staring at the window pane
Not trying to live not trying to die in pain
Just keep staring at it
As if it's my last

I wish I could have told you
How much it meant to me
The words, the songs, the lies you made
Just how much they meant to me

I was never broken
Until you left me
I never thought I will be broken
Until you left me

Depressed was just a word
When I first learnt about it
But depressed is my whole life
After you taught me this

I wish I could start believing
I wish I could start trusting
But more than anything
I wish I could start loving
Not anyone else
But myself

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