Thankfully I still have this space all to myself..
That I can be the "who I really am".
The vulnerable me.
The little me.
The hurt me.
The happy me.
The kiddo me.
The crazy me.
The vulnerable me.
The little me.
The hurt me.
The happy me.
The kiddo me.
The crazy me.
No news of you.
I wonder if its ever still inside of you?
I wonder if a person who has done wrong, would understand how hurtful it is.. or its the one who got hurt has to strive to survive?
I wonder if its ever still inside of you?
I wonder if a person who has done wrong, would understand how hurtful it is.. or its the one who got hurt has to strive to survive?
As much as it hurts, I would rather miss someone than hit someone.
Tears still drip. Under the beautiful shell of mine.
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