the curtains drawn to the floor,
everyone is cheering and shouting in joy for you
this was your life,
a hero you always wanted to be
but in some other stories,
you're the villan
you see,
what you post on social media isn't truly who you are,
the aftershow,
you go home,
and you rot in your bed
depression comes in waves,
it feels like the water has blown over you
i feel the same way,
all i ever wanted
was to have you back
here,
with me
never mind the fame,
live for you and yourself only
YOU ARE READING
secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
