BATTLE WOUNDS
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"It will get better,"
They told me every time
they saw me frown.
And I wanted to believe them;
Oh -- I really did.
But the loneliness kept fighting me
in a constant battle
that I couldn't win.
So I smiled and I pretended
while I shattered day by day,
hoping someone would pick up the pieces
and glue me back together.
I watched the happiness surrounding me
as the still silence caught my breath
and I wondered to myself
how it ever got this way.
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My Poems
Thơ caA collection of poems I have personally written, including situations dealing with life, love, and friendship.
