It is the moment,
With a feeling that is so bitter to swallow.
I question my choices again and again,
Is it worthy?
And do I need to bend in respect in order to access it ?
Everytime I try to smile -
It forces me to bleed.
It leaves my vessels dry and clean ,
Only to ask for a blood donor.
It is scary and suspicious,in many ways.
But I try ,try and try to believe it's kinda different and unique and worth to pursue.
In the world full of many , we only want to see one.
Even when it takes pieces of ourselves,
Piece by piece.
It's always better to let it take the smallest part of ourselves than to let it drown us as whole.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 11:58 AM UTC
It is the moment,
With a feeling that is so bitter to swallow.
I question my choices again and again,
Is it worthy?
And do I need to bend in respect in order to access it ?
Everytime I try to smile -
It forces me to bleed.
It leaves my vessels dry and clean ,
Only to ask for a blood donor.
It is scary and suspicious,in many ways.
But I try ,try and try to believe it's kinda different and unique and worth to pursue.
In the world full of many , we only want to see one.
Even when it takes pieces of ourselves,
Piece by piece.
It's always better to let it take the smallest part of ourselves than to let it drown us as whole.
The bitter truth of loving someone but they fail to commit,and every act of loving them is like begging them , it's better to be alone.
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