My feet are cold
my eyes are empty
the water laps at my feet
while my tears form flowing rivers
down
my
cheeks
Conflicting thoughts
compete for my attention
you see me as strong
the warrior
the one who gets back up after
falling
I see me as weak
fragile
broken
i feel guilty
all the time
someone has it worse
Am I faking it?
no one cares so why should i?
I can picture it now
rain falls heavily
on the ground
black dresses
suits
flowers
tears
years go past
the grass turns green
the flowers grow old
what was once a hole in the ground
is now a hole in your heart
it won’t fix what i broke
that hole will forever be empty
my fault















