I sit on my bed
curled over
crying so hard I cant breath
I gasp for air
...its 3am
and i start to wonder
why..
why am i like this
why can i not just be normal
i know everyone thinks it to
why do i always end up like this
crying
bleeding
falling so fast..
just to hit the ground.
hard
how many have i been here
right here
just wanting to die
100?
1000?
probably more
I've been this way for 3 years now
and its never got better
or easier
but it will
i know it will
it has to...
it has to get better
because that's what people say
they say:Dont worry it'll be fine,you'll be okay
its been a long time since I've been 'okay'
YOU ARE READING
is it still a joke now?
PoetryThe utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
