Raindrops,
clear and vivid like my tears.
Hurting daily- everlasting pain.
When you're longing for joy, you'll never see it.
There's too much bitterness.
Especially of what's behind the mask.
YOU ARE READING
I don't understand
PoetryLately, I've been pushed through a bunch of heartaches and pains. I'm lonely, but.. I'm starting to see that I dont think I matter really anymore. Is my existence really worth keeping in peoples lives?