I wish they knew
That I knew it wasn't safe
To talk in the first place
But there never was any danger
Because I'm still here
I wish they knew
How alone I was
How broken I was
But I was fixed
And now I've been shattered once more
I wish they knew
How you could get me to stop
Stop making myself bleed
And stop me from meeting death
I wish they knew
How much you mean to me
And how I can never forget what you showed me
Hope
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth.
Poetry(n) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. Collection no.2 --very old poems--
