Why do I let words hurt me
More than these cuts and bruises
I bleed and bruise
Because I choose
To control some hurt
Make all else feel inert
Why do I seek approval
When I don’t approve of myself
I need to be wanted
Because I am haunted
Of being alone enough
That suicide won’t be a bluff
Why am I jealous of friendships
When I know that they all have to end
I know everyone leaves
Taking my treasure like thieves
The only thing I desire
Is to not fall for another liar
Why do I feel a need to bleed
When I know I won’t live much longer
I live from day to day
Not knowing what to say
If anything at all
How badly I want to fall
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