They say fake it till you make it
Well I’ve tried and it doesn’t work
These fake smiles
Don’t make me happy
And all the while
I feel like dirt
The tears still keep coming
And the thoughts never stop
I still stand underneath the shower’s spray
Debating whether or not to cut
Yeah I said it
The razors blade still taunts me
Telling me to suck it up
That the pain won’t go away
Not even with a little cut
So this time it’ll be big
Go big or go home right?
I’ll stop all my fake pretenses
And call off all the laughter
So I leave you now, on my way to Death Valley
Shows over guys, this is the finale.
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Poetry
PoetryA whole lot of poems that I've written in the past couple of years. They're really just my way of expressing any emotions or feelings I get not all of them are true though so... yeah sometimes I just write to try to relate to different things. I hop...
