I don’t know how to express
the things you want to hear
because the image that you crave
will take me to my grave.
I try and try to impress
but I never come near.
When will my brokenness
be enough of a mess?
I don’t know how to express
the things you want to hear
because the image that you crave
will take me to my grave.
I try and try to impress
but I never come near.
When will my brokenness
be enough of a mess?
Posted by Robin Elizabeth on 14.08.14 in Abandonment, Belonging, Communicating, Deception, Depression, Dreams, Fears, Feelings, Friendship, Happiness, Help, Honesty, Hurting, Loneliness, Sorrow, Trust, Uncertainty, Understanding, Words and tagged brokeness, crave, don't know, enough, express, hear, image, impress, mess, my grave, near, never, try, want, you.
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