“I give up, this feeling is making my warm heart go cold” but her heart hugged her mind and said “not yet, love. There is more to this than giving up on someone you love. I need you to believe in me, my precious mind. The same way I’ve always believed in you, keep fighting mind, for I the heart of her is not going cold just yet”
A heart that always understands, also gets tired. There are moments when I’m tired and all of a sudden I’m not the sleepy kind of tired, It’s like the world has drained me for everything I had. I am strong but I am tired.
I’m tired of feeling unworthy. I’m tired of feeling ugly.
I’m tired of feeling like I don’t have many people around me.
I’m tired of being ignored. I’m tired of feeling unloved.
I’m tired of pretending I’m happy, when all I do is cry, I guess you could say I’m tired of trying to be stronger than I am because what doesn’t kill you, fucks you up mentally. Tears are words that the heart can’t speak. It’s like some days I feel like my batteries are running low and other days they are dead completely.
I’m somewhere between i should give up and and let’s see how much more I can take. I haven’t given up yet, maybe there’s some logical reason that I haven’t. Maybe in the end all the tiredness will be worth it.
My eyes itch from crying, My body feels like dying,
My heart keeps on trying, My mind thinks I’m lying,
I wish I could keep flying, It’s all about timing,
What am I Implying, Maybe I should keep fake smiling,
I know It’s horrifying, maybe even terrifying,
I’m always sighing, It’ll be justifying,
Also clarifying, The reason I’m always fighting,
Don’t worry I’m gonna keep shining, because I’m rising,
It’s so glorifying.
It will never go away,
That feeling of wanting to run,
That feeling of heartache,
That feeling of being worthless,
Because little does everyone know,
I’m breaking inside,
The feeling that I’m worthless,
Wanting to run,
I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece.
Underneath it all, I still have that hole inside,
I just need a little more time.
She ran, and ran.
Approaching the house.
She stopped, stood still.
The front door opened.
Walked in, fear in her eyes.
Panic on her face.
Eyes peering from side to side.
From door to door.
None would open.
Except one, at the end.
She pushed it with force.
A dark gloomy room.
A chair with a spot light.
She crept in.
The cold breeze touched her skin.
She shivered. Lips trembling. Hands shaking.
BANG! The door closed.
The light goes out.