Everyday you ask me how am I doing and I reply with a simple fine, you tell me you don't believe me so let me explain. Everytime you ask me I can feel my heart shatter into a million pieces, I can feel the warm tears running down my cheek and feel the empty hole in my chest expand. So to keep up this facade that I'm hiding behind I will always respond with fine. To explain to you the pain I feel just takes too much time, valuable time which you no longer deserve. So how am I doing you ask me? Well I'm doing just fine...
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A little of me... (poems)
RandomI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
