I'm done writing paragraphs
I'm done caring
I'm done showing concern
I'm done being as you say clingy
I'm done finding comfort in others who find no comfort in me
I'm done searching
I'm done trying to show you what you clearly don't see
I'm done hiding how I feel
I'm done with all this petty sh*t
I just want things to fall into place
It seems so complicated
So complex to me
Why can't I just find someone who understands me?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
Thơ CaI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
