I keep my heart on my wrist ;
I'm sensitive...
I drown into the ocean of thoughts
While people walk on the shore
I cry when I see tears
in my loved ones eyes
I just feel everything so deeply...
And I can't help it
I don't know if
it's a power
I should be proud to possess
Or a weakness
that is hard to compress
And it doesn't help
That on top of it all I struggle to express
They say empaths aren't born to be victims
But Fighters & brave warriors,
But I guess I'm a disgrace to the
community
YOU ARE READING
Poetry about "You"
Poetry~Like all good things come to an end this one did too Like all shooting stars Hit the ground And shatter My heart did too But what hurts the most is I was the only one hurting~ ___________________________________________ ~The Dragon flies were...
