I wanted to tell you, truly I did, but I once tried and you acted like I was a burden to you.
From that point on I've kept everything bottled up, and soon enough all of the feelings, and all of the pain became too much.
I resorted to writing everything down in this journal. As the hurt began to spill, the pages started to fill.
Days became weeks, and weeks became months.
Months became years.
This method of coping clearly has worked, as you have yet to see me in tears.
YOU ARE READING
Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
