I'm tearing, I'm breaking,
and I'm trying to mend my broken heart.
Am I okay, you ask.
No, I'm not.
But I am getting better.
I'm certain I am.
I have to be.
I must.
Time will not stop just because I'm having a hard time,
neither will my tears just because I plead.
But the seconds also don't flow as slow for you,
who aren't in grave despair.
I'm trying,
give me time.
Let me grief.
— Y.H.
mourn,
gentle fervor.
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
I'm tearing, I'm breaking,
and I'm trying to mend my broken heart.
Am I okay, you ask.
No, I'm not.
But I am getting better.
I'm certain I am.
I have to be.
I must.
Time will not stop just because I'm having a hard time,
neither will my tears just because I plead.
But the seconds also don't flow as slow for you,
who aren't in grave despair.
I'm trying,
give me time.
Let me grief.
— Y.H.
mourn,
gentle fervor.
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