Always a strange and funny word
As if anyone could be destined for me
The thought of true love a distant fantasy
I push on in this world alone
Not able to express how I feel
As I struggle with these thoughts in my head
Not able to find the right words
How to explain these thought
How to ask for help
I stare longingly into the hole knowing it’ll never be filled
As my story starts it ends as well
Not knowing how to make sense of this world
Two personalities constantly fighting for control
How could somebody love me
When I’ll never love myself
The idea of The One is absolutely impossible for me
But don’t freight I’ll be okay
For my heart has always been broken
- Author: Used ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2018 09:06
- Category: Love
- Views: 13
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