I have this crushing feeling in my chest,
a reminder that I,
am broken.
The weight of the world on my shoulders,
and the overwhelming fear of dying.
I do not fear death, no,
but I am afraid of dying.
Dying from the inside out.
Not being able to feel the way that I feel
being entirely numb.
They say a heart can only take so much beating,
but I am on my knees pleading,
Begging my heart to stay soft and not to shatter.
I am broken but I am still fixable.
I can still feel and love,
and I know my love can sometimes smother people,
but that's just how I love.
It's all or nothing with me.
You see,
I am afraid of dying,
or maybe I am just afraid of not living.
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
שיריםA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
