Sometimes, I wish I didn’t exist.
But I move forward, clenching my fists, gritting my teeth.
Hiding my hands, and hope that they can’t see my bleeding feet.
I’m alright.
I say through clenched teeth.
Scars on my face, walking with broken feet.
Bleeding hands, and steps with no beat.
I promise.
I say through crossed fingers
Hoping this feeling doesn’t linger.
But you don’t care either.
I’m fine.
I say through tears.
Wishing I had never met you, all these years.
Building me up, just to break me down, and fill me with fear.
Goodbye.
I say through barely blinking eyes.
With downcast stares, and lonely sighs.
Alone again, and I wonder why
Why I ever bothered, why I even try
When in the end, I sit alone and cry.
