Репост из: Poetic Therapy
I am tired of this world that keeps asking—
be softer, be kinder,
give more of yourself than you have.
But what is left to give
when your hands are already shaking,
when your heart is a house without walls,
and the rain won’t stop coming in?
I tell myself to keep trying.
But even trying feels like drowning sometimes.
#pretending
#losspoetry
be softer, be kinder,
give more of yourself than you have.
But what is left to give
when your hands are already shaking,
when your heart is a house without walls,
and the rain won’t stop coming in?
I tell myself to keep trying.
But even trying feels like drowning sometimes.
#pretending
#losspoetry