They ask me what's wrong
I tell them how difficult it is
-to hold on.
-to stay strong.
My friends
They tell me it'll be okay
*shoulders slumped, hollow eyes*
"You'll never get how it feels."
All our conversations
End that way.
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.
