S H A T T E R E D --
the pain you give me
is as much as a punch to the chest between every breath
i can breathe long enough to be alive
but not to feel alive.
i am stuck in a endless whirlpool of heartache and misery,
living becomes harder to bear every second.
no one loves you when you sit and cry your feelings out
and no one loves you even when you are happy.
so when do people begin to love,
how can i be loved, and how can i feel loved
when every time i trust the love that is said to be for me
i get a punch to the chest
and an endless cycle of regret?
YOU ARE READING
her mess
PoetryAn outlet for feelings. The best way to explain my story and show the impact it has had on me is by writing it down. By reading my book, you will see the pieces of me that I prefer not to share with many, but I chose to write this down and share thi...
