Hardest of all.
Crying inside.
Punching a wall.
Dying inside.
Missing the person.
Who once was myself.
No one will listen.
Nobody really understands.
Just how much a word hurts.
Lying outside.
Laughing out loud.
Smiling outside.
Blend in with the crowd.
Your not depressed.
Your just really sad.
But people just say,
"Oh. Well that's too bad."
You can't explain how you feel.
The intense pain.
You can't revel.
Because when you.
Try to leave it behind.
Happiness is always in the back of your mind.
Always nagging,
"Don't leave me behind"
Never leave it behind.
You aren't strong enough.
To battle this you will find.
That happiness.
Will always cross the thin line.
With love,
Alexandra Claire.
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Ethereal Illusions // Poetry Book
PoetryHighest Rank: #41 (March 6, 2017) Ethereal, It means delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. Illusions, It means wrongly perceived or interpreted by the senses. • I am just trying to find a place in the world, but...
