I said I'm fucking fine,
But deep inside, I'm not okay.
I wear a mask, a perfect disguise,
Hiding my pain every single day.
I plaster on a smile,
And pretend that all is well.
But inside, my heart is breaking,
As I slowly descend into my personal hell.
I put on a brave face,
And say I don't need any help.
But the truth is, I'm drowning,
In the darkness where I silently yelp.
I said I'm fucking fine,
But tears silently fall down my face.
I try to hold it all together,
But inside, I'm losing the race.
I push people away,
Afraid to let them see the real me.
I build up walls around my heart,
To protect it from further injury.
I said I'm fucking fine,
But the truth is, I'm falling apart.
I long for someone to save me,
To mend my shattered heart.
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The Lines in Her Head
PoesíaThis poem book follows the everyday struggles with mental health, finding love, and the struggles with heartbreak Warning there are some mentions of self harm struggles
