Dear diary,
Can anyone see this pitiful,
being inside of me?
Broken hearted, yet always singing?
Nothing to smile for, yet always smiling.
Torn apart, and never put back together?
This wound is young,
but it will stay forever.
I’m drifting into nothing-
numb, but breathing
dead, and living.
This emptiness…
is like a glass house.
I’m waiting to crash.
Can anyone see this pitiful,
being inside of me?
Broken hearted, yet always singing?
Nothing to smile for, yet always smiling.
I’m waiting for someone to inspire me.
I’m pushing through this life-
is it breaking?
I hope that I can-
save me.
From this numb,
this stranger to you?
I feel abused.
It’s so illogical-
I always was a little bit irrational.
I don’t deserve to feel this way,
karma owes me a better fate.
But then again, I need to be grateful-
Can anyone see this pitiful,
being inside of me?
Broken hearted, yet always singing?
Nothing to smile for, yet always smiling.
Emotion is chasing-
and I’m hiding.
Why won’t it find me?
Maybe I’m just too delusional-
Maybe I’m just a fool, but-
I can’t help but feel this way.
This numbness is choking me.