just hear

what do you do when your heart starts to break? you can't ever really tell whats at stake. is it your life? maybe your ability to feel? I don't know where I'm going with this, making a poem because I'm to scared to raise my fists. I've never been much of a fighter perhaps because I'm just so tired. tired of living but to scared to die, story of the girl to afraid to try. I spent to much time pointing the blame, now I'm stuck here feeling all this shame. you'll never know I wrote this crying, at the fact everyday I feel like dying