• theyellowquail 10w

    I'm feeling some kind of way ,
    Unable to explain that type of way ,
    Afraid to confess ,scared to open up,
    Screwed up inside , still unable to open up ,

    What others feel for me
    is suddenly so important than my own peace ,
    Others happiness is priority
    my own needs are just minority.

    Feeling so unwanted , trash bag like feeling 
    Like I'm of no value , unnecessarily breathing ,
    I wish all this could end ,I dont have to bend ,
    I wish I could come to peace ,
    Not dead but in humanly peace .

    I dont know if it'll ever be true ,
    If I'll care for me like for others I do .
    But I have hope time will change again , for me as well it'll change again.