i wish you understood
how tired i am
of this constant battle
with the agonizing voices
inside my head.
i wish you understood
how lonely i feel
when you're not
next to me
when i fall asleep-
you're in the other room
yet these consistent voices
make me realize
just how lonely
i am.
BINABASA MO ANG
the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
