"funny, i thought after spilling it all out
then sleeping it all out
i'd wake up today
and it would all have gone away,
but no, i was wrong-- so wrong--
it still hurts today."
"it will for a while."
"okay."
what more is there to say?
be strong?
carry on?
smile away the hurt?
why care so much what others feel?
care for yourself for once?
maybe, i'm afraid to feel.
About Me
- [ME]GAN
- "A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures." The Picture of Dorian Gray
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