When lights have gone dark and I am all alone
A river stream down my cheeks as muffled voices
escape my lips
When everybody is tucked in bed, I'm left wide awake
Trying to patch things up and play some little puzzle
Or just clean the shattered glasses on the floor
When everybody have their best dreams
I am left to suffer how to forget my nightmares with eyes wide open
Or to remember good things when a little girl's voices torment my ears in agony
No one knows the heart in me have wounded
And even with love bombing, there is no mending
Instead of healing, it just gets more broken
I wish I could tell the little girl to stop growing
So she couldn't dress up like living
And no one knows she is dying
Even a coffin, for her, can be safe haven.
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Miss Heartstrong
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Facade
PoetryThis is a poetry collection that wishes to speak of the facades we put ourselves upfront. Every words of this work is meant to unleash what is behind every facades, and the truth behind our strong-willed character.
