I mean that's why everyone leaves right...
Because it's all my fault.... I'm the one with the problem
This problem that forces me to push the people I love out of my life, it forces me to crawl away into a corner after I've done so much damage to myself...and to them
I just want to scream to the heavens for an answer as to why things have to be this way?
Why do we always bring ourselves down?
"Why are we always so sad, you're so sad, stop being said..."
"Just try and smile for awhile, it looks good on you..."
It looks good...
I want to feel what everyone else feels, I want to feel everything and be able to move on despite all the pain
I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror and tell myself... "Girl you are not crazy, you are not a loser, those acid tears running down your skin is messing up your beautiful face that God made"
People will hurt me and that's okay, because everyone has a problem, but no one knows how to solve them
YOU ARE READING
Submerged (Book 2 Of Breathe)
PoetryYou tell me it gets better, it gets better in time You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together, you'll be fine Tell me, what the hell do you know? What do you know? Tell me how the hell could you know? How could you know? Till it happens to...
