My life is like broken poetry. It's beautiful and deep to others, but ugly and meaningless to me.
It is a scream. A cry for help. A destroyed dream. A person giving up.
It is a heart with too many scars. A night sky without any stars. No rainbow at the end of a storm. Not knowing why you were even born.
It is an innocent lie. It is too many tries. It is the loudest sigh. And the tired eyes.
It is a wish that you know won't come true. It is a love that won't come back to you.
It is knowing you'll never be enough. It is the nightmare you can't wake up.
It is those hopes that you believe, and end up deceived. It is not knowing what to do anymore. It is living in your own fear.
It is not wanting to feel. Not knowing what's real. But mostly it is those words you want to say. But you know nobody is going to hear anyways.
About the Creator
Chasity Sosa
I also have an account on wattpad. Cindy3 if you want to read some of my stuff there. But nice to meet everyone. I've always wanted to be a writer. So I came here hoping to make it come true. Please check out my works!
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