I get it.
I do.
You put up a good fight.
You hid everything from the world, the buried feeling you hide.
You're not happy, your not really smiling.
You cry at night.
You feel alone and beaten.
But.......
You won't tell anyone. Your pride is still in tack.
But I hear you loud as a bomb.
I hear you breaking down.
Falling apart destroying your good self.
You're not perfect, your not invincible.
So rest and stop.
I see your battle scars.
I see your pain.
YOU ARE READING
Words of madness.
RandomWhen you think, your mind goes and stretches to the far corners of your mind. One thought leads to this, another leads to that, some thoughts, drive us mad. Some would say, insane.
