Just like that
You fell again
Another scar
Another fail
You tried
And tried
To keep
Yourself clean
But no
You fell
And now
You bleed
You're numb
And crying
But not
For long
Because soon
They'll know
And you
Have to
Fake
Another
Smile.
Today was never a good day to die
But then again I had to try.
The helper never gets help.
I never get helped.
Goodbye.
AGD
YOU ARE READING
Painting With Words
PoetryThese are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.
