When people ask me how I'm doing,
I hate that I lie.
"Oh, I'm fine," I'll say;
but I'm dying inside
I hate that I can't seem to put my emotions into words
Maybe I'm just angry, upset, and frustrated? Just don't know what to say.
I just want it to all go away.
I don't understand how things turned out so bad.
How I can't find someone to be with someone to love.
Someone to genuinely love me back?
Reality that I'll end up alone.
I'm dying inside.
Oh wait, I'm fine.I can't make anyone understand that from the outside, I look fine, just like I say.
On the inside, I'm dying a little each day.I'm falling apart piece by piece, leaving a part of me here and there.
The people that matter most seem not to care.
I can't make them understand that it doesn't matter...
WHAT:
I do.
Who I am.
What I what I wear.
What makeup I have on.
Am I pretty?
I'm never enough to make them stay.
It's love for a short time.I'm dying inside
Drowning my sadness with a bottle of wine
But on the outside
Oh wait I'm fine.
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Chatty/Cups Poetry Corner
PoetryCover art by @lohkim_art Poetry by me with a chattercups vibe! Poetry, for me, has always been my out since high school. My life and self-esteem is similar to Ray Mond. I'm pretty sure this is why I love her and her new found love so much 💗 Hope y...