exhausted.
tears,
in the corners of my eyes.
wanna keep them from falling,
but I guess I'm just made of water.
fingernails,
leaving prints,
in the palms of my hands.
black ink,
drawing a line down my cheek
vertical -
I'm in vertigo.
not alone in here,
pressure,
need to keep myself together.
exhausted.
tears,
in the corners of my eyes again.
heart on my sleeve, and it's no fair
tryna hide behind my hair.
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A little new poem â¡ I think the title explains it all, if you know you know... Sometimes the circumstances aren't ideal to cry, but you should still always always feel all your emotions, (even if it's only afterwards, when you're alone) <3
xo, Sð¹â¤ï¸