why do you
do this to me?
make it so hard to breathe
(and
it's always hard to breathe
for me).
i was so used to suppressing
the pain, so used to just dealing with it-
not making a big deal out of tears
cried because of violent- and subtle- emotion roller coaster rides
and bursts of anxiety attacks.
while others who feel almost the same
show it so often.
i am left feeling pity
and confusion
and vague annoyance
to why it seems to
hurt them so much.
perhaps it is the numbness.
i should blame that too, but
i don't want to blame anyone or anything.
i'm tired of being angry and not expressing it well enough and
i'm tired of wasted anger.
"why?", you ask?
these are the reasons why.
and i'm sorry, but, darling,
there is only so much i can take.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
give me love (a poetry collection)
PoesíaJust sad (and sometimes otherwise) words/poetry. Enjoy. Lowercase is intended. (NOTE: I may take this down later if I feel uncomfortable with it. For the time being, I will keep it up; this is a test run.)
