Sometimes it's hard to see,
That someone might be dying quietly.
It's hard to see a persons cry,
If their eyes shine bright.
Sometimes it's hard to imagine,
A person being
Oh so sad
It's hard to see someone have problems,
If on the outside they seem so perfect.
All we need to do is see,
Open our eyes to reality
People aren't perfect,
People aren't great.
We all are sad,
Broke souls.
Just hoping that one day,
One day
We might just happy.
Just open up your eyes,
And you'll see.
Just how messed up,
This reality truly is
YOU ARE READING
Just some poetry
PoesíaPoems collected from the jumbled up thoughts inside my brain.
