the weight of my burns

when are they ever gonna realize

that it was not all fun and games?

at least… not for me

was it pointless to voice what i felt

when no one was there to listen?

i could be fighting for a last breath

and they would still not notice

i’ve been through hell

but i woke up every day… just fine

is it my fault

your eyes couldn’t decipher

the burns on my face,

or the bruised soul i was carrying around?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ you were supposed to be my family…

so why am i fighting demons within

all for you to throw a single glance at me?

i picked myself up from scattered ashes

which lay in my room

the very sanctuary who’s walls

have heard all my cries and echos

time and time again… until time paid no heed…

Reviews

[Beren]

I THOUGHT I WROTE THIS, I RELATED HARD.
First of all, I would like to thank you very much for writing this personally because I needed to read and express these, because I could not have written something this powerful. AND I AM SO PROUD OF YOU. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You told it in such a beautiful flow that I admire you. It is written very well, I felt like I held all the words tightly in my hand. gosh you are so talented and i am so sorry youve been through these.

you know i am ALWAYS here for you. right??
I LOVE YOU

[Mk.t.g]

thanku so much for reading, bestie, i love u more, trust me, i really do