author's note: i made three poems inside for those who are feeling down. you're not alone, whatever you're going through, it's okay to let your guard down at some time, you don't always have to be strong. we're human, we all make mistakes, we all get sad, and we all get through :)
. . . one . . .
we tried to make ourselves look fine.
we hide the pain, trying to make ourselves look better.
we've done this a hundred thousand times,
don't let your guard down, don't let it shatter.
bend it, break it, would it even matter?
hurt me, tear me apart, is there something new?
i cant grew any stronger, guess i should've known better.
don't worry though, it's what my fragile heart's used too.
i drown myself a little too much and i care a little too less.
everyone's taking me for granted, and they don't even know.
call me weak, call me stupid, but never call me heartless.
i'm just too scared to let anyone in, to let my feelings show.
nobody sees, nobody understands.
i'm torn to pieces, crumbling down, watching my feelings go.
seeing myself fall like grains of sand in my palms
don't worry, things will be better know, at least it's what i know.
but the thing is i'm proud of this fragile heart.
after all these up's and down's, falling hard and hitting the ground,
i got up to try and fix my broken pieces,
because it wasn't pain that i'm made of but love that knows no bounds.
. . . two . . .
People thinks she's strong
Just because they haven't seen her cry
But they don't see she's barely holding on
They can't see how she's so frail on the inside
They can't see how she's afraid,
They can't see how she's falling apart.
But you won't know something till it's said,
They can't see it, till they pay attention real hard.
She's fighting just to breathe.
Now she's falling just to get back at her feet.
And she'd drown herself in sleep,
They'll never know what she's going through.
And it's something she'd always keep,
Cause what's the point of it when she's got no one to talk to?
She wants to hold on but she can't keep it tight
She's been unnoticed for so long, she can't remember her name.
And she's losing grip, trying to make sense of her life,
And she'd throw it all away just to feel again.
. . . three . . .
all the stars she looked up to has faded
all the strings inside her never lasted.
she used to see magic in all things
now she's all tainted,
everything felt so grey
now that her love is wasted.
she knew the things they say were never true,
they told her nightmares only happen at sleep,
how come they're still there when she's awake too?
she fears a lot of things lately
she thinks she's not strong enough.
it's like she can't escape the madness in her head,
she overthinks way too much.
but she hasn't lost herself yet
she can still see the ghost of who she once was.
she can still see the girl who adored the beauty of the sun,
there's still true parts of herself,
not much but always better than none.
the world always looked better in her eyes.
it's silly but everything seems to fly.
time, peter pan and even herself.
if she can live in a world where her mind made up
she wouldn't want everything to end.
it will get better. it may be stormy now but it won't be stormy forever :)
i hope you liked it <3