She hides behind a veil,
Her feelings a sheet.
Pain and despair,
Guilt and deceit.
That she hides so well for no one to see, Putting on a happy face of smiles and glee
Because
"They'd never understand"
She said,
As she silently wept in her head.
The constant thoughts wishing she were dead.
Feeling empty, broken, bruised
Her heart broken from the pain of being used
Being used by this world,
Being used by herself,
Being used by her friends,
Being used as a shelf
To stack boxes and boxes on of emotions
Ones she will never process
Because she runs and runs,
Constantly avoiding.
Never facing and avoiding the choices,
Of how she should consult these feelings.
The ones that tear her up inside and leave her reeling.
Back into her bed as she ends the day,
Closing her eyes and wishing the pain away.
Back in her head where she shall stay.
Mind forever turning and never at bay..
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Short Stories
DiversosSo here's a collection of short storyish things I made.There will also be parts where I just randomly vent about something. I'm gonna post these randomly. There won't be a specific update time. I hope you enjoy :)
