Don't know what to do
How to make it
Instead of break inside
All falling apart
Nothing left but dry eyes
The tears won't drop
Stuck and confused
Yelled so you couldn't see the truth
Hurt you to keep you away from the demons
Now I don't know what to do
When it's me fighting alone
Unsure how not to rupture my soul
YOU ARE READING
Burdened: Vol. #11
PoetryNot all of these poems fit this title, but most of them do. Many of these poems are from a dark time of my life. I felt I was dragging my feet through life. Every conversation I had it felt like I told some lie. And each lie felt like a brick I carr...
