Today I cried and cried and cried
I didn't lose my friends
I didn't lose my love
I didn't lose any belongings
I didn't lose my health
For some days
I became myself
My weird self , no one judged!
I got anxious
I coped with my poems
They read it they supported it
I smiled
I laughed
I talked
With them
They are not my friends
They don't really know me
But they made me myself
After a long time .
I didn't thought of death
I didn't cut
Today those ends
I am going back to myself ,to my hell
To the fake unhappy hurting self...
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The Cries Of Broken People
PoetryPeopl who seek for help through their anger through their loneliness Through their looks Through their words I am speaking for them I am trying to understand them Poems of their cries for help...
