I’m so weak but i act like i’m the strongest
I’m screaming for help in my head yet i act like i’m doing fine
I’m broken yet i act like i’m the happiest human being

I’m not what you think i am

She saw his writing in her book
Fell in love with his words
She wanted to have his heart
He gave her his broken pen.

I don’t know what to do anymore
I keep on making decisions, I don’t know if it’s worthy
I want to cross the road and feel the pain caused by the car
I want to inflict pain that I wanted for so long
I want to be gone
But I can’t
Because I have work
I have responsibilities
I have obligations
That I need to do
I need to fulfill.
I hate wandering around and feeling lost and empty
I hate this feeling
I hate myself

I fall to fast,
Crash to hard,
Forgive to easily,
And care to much

As wide open as the sea
as resonant as the waves
splashing on the beach.
For a moment or so I was
pondering so full as the sea
what has it left to tally
with as empty as the the beach?