After all this time
After all this time
I guess I’m still too weak inside
To handle this.
I guess it never healed, my mind
These scars, these fears,
They still,
Still affect me, after all this time.
I guess I’m still too weak to handle this,
Not your fault.
And I know I should let you go,
Not your fault,
But waiting for you
Will be my doom.
I guess I’m still too fragile
Still broken inside
A mess that you can’t handle
A mess I try to hide
From you,
But first of all
From myself.
Reageer (3)
Wauw, ik ben sprakeloos!
6 jaar geledenNawh, dit voelt als een heel gebroken gedichtje.
6 jaar geledenEn alles wat ik wil roepen: You can do it!
Wauw heel diep!
7 jaar geleden