Will it ever be okay again?
I think not.
Because everyday I feel like I'm caught.
Caught in a trap of this thing called my thoughts.
I'm trying because I don't want to be known as the one who never fought.
I wake up in the morning and wonder why I'm not.
Why I'm not okay why I'm not fine.
But I'll just put on a mask and continue lying.
I said I'm okay I said I'm good.
But you don't know what's under my hood.
A face full of tears one who's lost hope.
I no longer know how to cope.
How to cope with this pain or this head full of thoughts.
Because everyday I focus on what I'm not.
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Midnight Tears
PoetryThis is a book of my poetry pieces. I hope you enjoy and possibly get inspired by these poems. Please do not re publish these poems without getting my permission first.
