Don't make promises you can't keep,
'Cause all this deceiving is killing me,
You may not see it physically,
But if you look inside me you'll see,
That it's not all what it seems.

I know I look like the happiest one,
But what is kept inside can't be undone,
These cuts, burns and bruises won't ever heal,
Because inside is where the hurt I feel,
Won't die because it's conquered me,
And I know that you're doubting me,
But you don't need to feel any worse than me.
What I feel isn't something that can be
Healed and fixed so easily.

I know that you think this is all just pretend,
But I can't stress enough, how I want it all to end,
And I know this feeling isn't just in me,
So I need you to do a favour, please?
Help anyone that you know or see,
That feels even remotely the same as me.

-L.H.

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