why is it that I sing, those light and happy toons when they are the opposite of the feeling churning inside of me?
I hide all I feel and keep others happy because that's who I am. I'm the shoulder to cry on, and the chest of secrets.
My careless happy-go-lucky days no longer exist, I fake a smile so those who care don't see, and for those of whom don't care, blind from my woe.
I wish I could cry.... I really do, but the more I try the more I fail so why not give up?
I sing to hide what it is that I am feeling, but the bottle is ready to burst, and when it does...... my internal hell will become an eternal hell for those who care, those who have used my shoulder to cry on, those whose secrets I've kept, those with a future of happiness, those who are not me....
until next time luv bugz,
byeeeeeeeee ♡
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dark poems
RandomPacked full of sad and demented poems that come from a lonesome and twisted mind. (a few of the poems r gonna b circle poems cuz that is my favorite style but there will b other types as well)
