The Sentiment
This makes me shiver every time I think of it;
It makes me so weak, that the tears itself make its way out of my eyes.
Was I strong enough? I was carrying so much that everything slipped away,
I was naive to think that I'll be able to protect those things;
Yet I was the one who ruined them.
I wanted more than what i could actually hold,
Now, everything has left me;
I am no one, yet something is under my skin.
I was afraid yet I wanted to,
I kept pushing yet I was pulled back;
I was hesitating in telling them how broken inside I am.
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Was I even useful?
I think not, I'm only this person who haunts the feeling of being loved and cared,
Was I even loved and cared?
By the person who told me that?If so, then why break my heart.