The thing about my friends is they see me falling
They read my poems, they hear me calling
They reach out to me and try to give me a hand
But I will never trust people so I just plug in my music, listen to another band
They want to help me but I'm always fine
Maybe if I'd just open up this broken heart of mine
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Our secret struggles
PuisiWhat goes through that girl's mind, the one with the ever present smile, the one that everyone confides in? What are her problems? Nothing is ever what it seems and the biggest smiles, hide the darkest secrets. Warning: Dark poetry Cover picture fr...
