you'd always pluck me apart;
tear me down and never
once leave me be
to reflect.
i braced myself to rise back up, time and time again; only to discover you'd rendered me royally wasted and all the more broken every single time you left. unspoken words of resilience had slowly been growing inside my head; i'd tried my hardest to set them free, but i was yet to realize that my voice was already dead.
i was still
awaiting the day
i'd find new resolution
or ultimately waste away.
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