When the bruises start to heal
They start to ask how you feel
You tell them your great
As the cuts escalate
You know they'll leave
Once they believe.
You know they do
For everyone believes
The answers that aren't true
~broken angel
YOU ARE READING
The answers that aren't true
PoetryJust a few poems and such about my life how I'm feeling and what I'm going through. Unless stated with ~broken angel, the poems aren't mine I only found them online. *TRIGGER WARNING*
