Be silent and be still.
Put on a brave face,
Or else they will be killed.
The others say they aren't murderers,
But they caused the deaths.
They hurt so many innocents,
Until the innocents' last breath.
I wonder how the innocents lived,
Maybe they were already dead inside.
All because of the words that shot them,
And the backstabs from all the lies.
Maybe the innocents acted happy.
Maybe they convinced themselves,
But they knew it wasn't working,
But it convinced everyone else.
They probably didn't want a therapist.
Maybe they didn't want to talk about how the feel,
So they put on a brave face,
And the kept their lips sealed.
Because the murderers were still there,
They were waitinf for the kill,
So the innocents said to themselves,
"Be silent and be still."
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Painful Poems
PoetryThis is all about depression and acception. I completely understand if poetry isn't your forte, but it would be nice if you read them anyways. If you don't want to read the poems, that is fine. If you do, please tell me what you think. I believe I...
