Why does it hurt me so much?
It's not like I didn't see it coming
Well I guess I didn't
I saw rejection coming
But this is worse
You say you're just not ready
You love me
Or so you say
But do you really?
If you really loved me
It wouldn't matter
You would take risks
Because love does something to us
It's makes us braver
Makes us stronger
But how should I know?
All I've ever known is sadness
Sadness shuts us down
But we take risks all the same
There's always the risk
That somebody finds you
Sobbing into your pillow
Or with blade in hand
But we do it anyway
Why?
Because our pillows
Are the only ones that listen
And that blade
Is the only thing that can distract us
From the sadness
From the pain
That we endure every day
AN:
Btw this was written a long time ago so don't worry to those of you who know me
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Drowning in Poetry
PoetryTo define poetry? thoughts I'm drowning in thoughts that I somehow fathom into words and put them out for the world to see I can't stop them from flooding my mind I'm drowning in thoughts in my own poetry
