This is all so damn confusing.
A huge part of me says,
I have to spill things out
I have to cry out loud,
But there's just so much haze
Another huge part of me tells me,
You won't, you shouldn't, you can't.
And it makes me sick to think
How firm this voice, this part stands.
Yet another, but huge part of me shouts-
You don't have anyone to shield you,
From these thunderclouds.
And this blow makes me fall,
However hard I try
To stand tall.
.
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
