The walls I built were all I had.
But now there are holes.
From the bullets that never missed
Maybe the guilt is what made these walls so fragile.
Or maybe the thought of losing....
But its not what matters now
Just me and these memories
In my head I replay every single moment. every night.
Soaking my pillow with the tears of hurt, of shame, of being a burden.
But when the morning comes there is a smile on my lips,
Not of joy, not of happiness
But of being better than yesterday
In hiding the tears I keep in my heart.
Sometimes I wish these smiles could turn real.
Or I could remember when they turned fake.
Everything I tried was never enough.
No matter what I do
And now when I am too broken to keep going,
I found something or rather someone.
Giving my time to them until that one day when they are gone...
From my heart
From my life
Leaving my heart in dust.
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Thoughts in existence
PoetryThis is not a story but some of my thoughts in form of sorta poems. Hope u like them. The picture used in the cover is mine. I have made the cover myself pls dont copy