You may think now
that it is I that am cruel and unworthy.
Honestly, you wouldn't be the first who aims to hurt me.
Using your words as weapons made of steel.
— I'd do anything to wish I could un-feel
the past things that have been said
but instead they replay
over and over
again in my head.
For I was once meek minded like you.
Blinded by the kindness
that bore through my soul
with little to no idea that one day,
it would swallow me whole.
For it was I that was too kind in a world too cruel.
But I am no longer naive and no longer a fool.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoesiaA 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...
