i cannot fix myself.
for no one can see i am broken.
my pain cannot be seen,
it can only be spoken.
eventually,
you try too hard to speak
you get mistaken easily
for the weak.
i need someone to understand
i can
and i'm trying
trying,
but i am slowly dying.
YOU ARE READING
poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!