shes not breaking,
shes alrready broken.
its because of the pain behind the silence,
because of all those words left unspoken.
is ten minutes worth 4 hours?
all the pain and suffering,
all pouring down like a rain shower.
somewhere inside,
she knows she should be strong.
she also knows,
that too many things have gone wrong.
she thought she had someone.
she finally found a light of hope.
but her miracle vanished,
her small amount of happiness completely broke.
it shattered to the ground,
yet again leaving her hopeless and alone.
she needed to talk to someone,
so she spent the night on her phone.
every word he had said,
and every tear that she cried,
just let her know a little more
that her feelings inside had died.
she knows you're happy,
she knows you wanted to do it.
and dont you worry,
she'll get over it bit by bit.
she holds back the tears,
yes of course shes breaking,
she doesnt want anyone to see,
only the happiness she's faking.
she's twisted and hurt,
but that has to be okay.
she knows its too much,
but she'll get better slowly.
DaybyDay.
*poem written by me.*
*sorry its kinda long.*
-venting-