i want to give up;
i'm done with myself
but no matter how depressed i am,
no matter how much it's killing me,
i can't leave because i care too much.
i know this will destroy my friends,
so i take this pain, i've chosen to smile
although i'm dying inside in the hope
the people i love don't become depressed.6June2018 : 22.21pm .
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[√] These Years
PoetryYou don't know pain until you're staring at yourself in the mirror with tears streaming down your face and you're begging yourself to just hold on and be strong. That is pain. - *In a process of re-editing. Lots of mistakes, please bare with it.