Here I am, hanging on by nothing but a thread.
Every day I wake up, chest heavy with dread.
Amidst all the chaos I just wish for rest.
This life I was given is nothing more than a test.
A test to see how much can be shouldered,
before I am on my knees feeling smoldered.
For the ones around me, I put up an act.
They think I'm happy, it's a fact.
The facts are wrong.
I cannot be strong.
However,
life must go on.
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Short Poems
PuisiJust a collection of my writings. I don't publish super often. If anyone actually reads these then enjoy :) EDIT: I haven't been on wattpad in a while so here's a **trigger warning**
