Can't he see that I am
hurting ... when I am far away from him, doesn't it hurt him ... can't he tell when I am upset... is he not my better half ...
(A woman with a broken heart ).
For when I am trying to Enlarge your vision you only see my words as sharp knives.
So I grow tired of fighting you.
I held my words for your safety,
Sallowed them like a bitter pill.
Communication is the key that we seem to have lost, and I stopped looking for the key,
For none of it felt worthy .
For I have exhausted my strength to make you recognize my hurt.
(woman with a broken heart)
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
Can't he see that I am
hurting ... when I am far away from him, doesn't it hurt him ... can't he tell when I am upset... is he not my better half ...
(A woman with a broken heart ).
For when I am trying to Enlarge your vision you only see my words as sharp knives.
So I grow tired of fighting you.
I held my words for your safety,
Sallowed them like a bitter pill.
Communication is the key that we seem to have lost, and I stopped looking for the key,
For none of it felt worthy .
For I have exhausted my strength to make you recognize my hurt.
(woman with a broken heart)
A woman with a broken heart