v have to build ourselves and pick the shattered pieces of us, our dreams,
bit by bit each night, and
let the pillows soak themselves w our tears cos v ain't got no place to put our fears,
and it hurts, it hurts like a bitch,
but v keep going, at what cost? to what extent? when does this end? will it ever?
YOU ARE READING
verses~
Poetry*trigger warning* one line or more...poetry type verse. simple, deep meaning verses, wrote it for funn:) do check it out, vote & comment, promise it won't take much of your time;)) xxreke~
