You'll never understand how much I die
Every time I hear about a new lie
How much longer are you going to pretend?
When can I start to mend,
the broken pieces of the past,
find some peace somewhere at last
That I can be at peace,
If it means existing,
but not really living
so be it,
I was never one for emotions,
they just get in the way
If it means centering myself,
finding a new ground,
then so be it
But I can't keep doing this,
there's no way in hell,
that I can keep going on like this
Things are going to change,
they have to.
Some things got to give,
some things going to take
I'm not going to cry,
I can't anymore,
I can't bring myself to allow the tears run down my face,
staining my skin.
I won't give in,
I'll lock it up, and throw it aside,
filter out what I need and don't
what I will and what I won't.
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Poetry
PoetryMost of my poetry has either: Helped me get through tough experiences in life, due to an English assignment, and or it started out as a random thought that turned into something kinda wonderful. All of my poetry is extremely personal and I hope you...
