Every day I wonder if you see,
the real me.
The me who's ready to break down crying,
who every second is slowly dying.
But you won't ever get to see me broken,
because of the amount of times "I'm okay," was spoken;
because I'm scared of how you'll react
if you saw how I cracked.
Would you treat me differently, like glass about to break
If you knew my life was at stake?
What if I were to reveal
What I really feel,
Would you be able to deal
With someone so hurt they can't heal?
Would you think I'm insane
because I find pleasure in the pain?
Would you understand how desperate I am for a friend,
even though you won't comprehend
how I can't mend?
Since you'll never be in my personal hell,
And go through what it takes to become a shell.
But if I told you
what would you do?
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When the Silence is Broken
Puisi*Originally called Unspoken Thoughts* Here is a collection of unspoken thoughts as poems and written works. Pretty much any piece of writing I have that isn't necessarily a novel. Some sad, happy, others angry and upset. It is your choice to read t...
