i am slowly living
leaning on my own shoulders,
hiding my tears
where i'm suppose to find comfort,
i find judgment.
and i don't know if i want to
play everyone's games anymore.
so i carry my own self
because there's no one left to love
when i'm suppose to see hope and trust,
lies and betrayal are written over it.
a.o.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 6:43 AM UTC
i am slowly living
leaning on my own shoulders,
hiding my tears
where i'm suppose to find comfort,
i find judgment.
and i don't know if i want to
play everyone's games anymore.
so i carry my own self
because there's no one left to love
when i'm suppose to see hope and trust,
lies and betrayal are written over it.
a.o.
