What is a masks?
What does it really hide?
Tears, broken smile, broken eyes that are the gate way to the soul.
My masks is my laughter.
When I get negative comments,words, let's just say not the joyous ones.
Every child before it is born a promise is made to pretect,to guide, to help them be successful.
But every one of those are what? meaning less words spoken of man kind cause what are we really desend from lies, Sin!!!
So how are you really that ungrateful to get that gift that you wanted that you created that you be a teacher to. To become like you to disperse, to have regret.
When all is said and done what does that child become.
Broken! Yes!
Wish to not be born! Yes! Too late
Next option! Suicide! Yes!
A way out! Into the pin of darkness of the devil. Don't care am not wordy of living.
So the devil or nothing.
At the end of the day.
Deal is being made.
Living does not matter anymore.
To a soulless person
Only death.
A key to a door that can't be undone.
No blood,NO TEARS, NO PAIN, NO HOPE, NO FAITH,NO PRETEND.
THE CLOCK JUST STOPS MOVING.
The last breath is taken.
YOU ARE READING
Unseen Truth
Poetrywhen all doors are close and no-ones watching. .......Who are you? ........who Am I?
