i can still see
sorrow in my eyes
even when i smile.
these days
it's getting harder
to hide the pain away.
everyday feels like
a lonely day.
"when will it get better?"
i asked the world;
no one answered.
it seems they're a mess
too, with broken pieces
scattered all over;
but how nice it is
that they're broken yet have
accompany of each other.
while im here,
all by myself,
comforting and cursing
in the mirror while standing.
who is this girl that i see?
i pity herself for she
have been in the darkness,
it felt like decades and ages.
i don't know her,
she's losing herself too.
"when will it get better?"
she asked me;
"i don't know too."
ESTÀS LLEGINT
Clouds & Oceans
PoesiaAll about poetry. Clouds of unsaid words and ocean of thoughts. This is a transformation of a lady told in poetry.
