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...
