Dedicated to a very awesome person.
I hate it.
The way they treat me.
I try to work harder.
I try to do better.
But every time I do they only get angrier.
Nothing is good enough for them.
I wear a mask to hide what I really think.
The smile I wear is always fake.
I don't have a reason to be happy.
He had resorted to drugs and alcohol.
She had resorted to late nights away from the house.
I had resorted to self harming.
I don't even bother hiding the cuts.
Why bother?
Its pointless.
I've been hurting since I was very young.
No one has ever noticed.
And when they did they didn't care.
The mask I wear is for show.
The only thing keeping me from going insane.
That mask is my sanity.
When it breaks, so will my life.
I'll finally lose myself.
This life is already killing me slowly.
Very slowly.
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Dark Poems/Short Stories
HorrorI decided to make this a poem and short story book since someone suggested I do so. All are either a poem or short story having to deal with the dark corners of the mind and soul. Particularly mine. I come up with all this on my own so please read a...
