They say it gets better with time
They say it's all fine
But thats a lie
It doesn't get better
It just gets easier,
Easier to hide
Eaiser to lie
Easier to act like its fine
The damage caused to a person stays with that person
We just hide it in the depth of our minds
Pretend we're fine
"Laughter is medicine"
How about laughing with a knife in hand?
I don't think they would like that
I don't think they would like the pain
I don't think they would like that were different
I don't think they would like that were damaged
"What makes a person damaged?"
Life
Life makes a person damaged
Life makes a person who they are
Life makes a person feel the pain they do
Life isn't always nice
"But how do you know someone's damaged?"
You don't
We hide right in front of your eyes
With our smiles
With our laughs
With our friends
You can't tell were damaged
You can't tell were hurting
You can't tell it's not fine
Because it doesn't get better with time we just get better at hiding it.
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Poems for the lost souls
PoetryHere you will find a lot of more depressing poems I have created. Most of them currently reside in a different book of mine so I will slowly transfering them all into her.