There will come a day when the wounds will start closing.
There will come a day when I still stop being broken.
But until that day comes I shall stay broken.
But until then I shall stay wounded and bleeding.
Until then I shall stay scarred.
Until then I shall stay vulnerable so that everyone can see my pain.
But even if they see they would never understand.
They would never know.
I wouldn't let them know.
I don't want pity.
I don't like being told to stay strong.
I am tired of crying just because something wrong was said.
I am tired of itching to break my own skin.
Tired of putting on a cold face while inside I am screaming.
I am tired of keeping secrets I can't share.
But then again I don't wanna share.
I am scared to share.
Bit there will come a day when I wouldn't be scared to.
There will come a day I wouldn't be afraid to fall.
Because I would know I will come back to float.
YOU ARE READING
Fallen angels
PoetryThis is a book of poems and short stories that i have written during a rough period in my life. I wrote it to help me and others go through depression and such. I hope for who will read those poems to be better and happier
