The real me isn't who I wish to be.
The reality I face is what people don't see because they are outsiders looking in.
The realness of my life sucks.
The real thing is that who I am, kills me more and more.
These stupid opening doors.
My heart, My soul, my stupidhead gives me more pain than I want.
Yet the reality of it all
It's
Still
There...
July 10, 2016
10:05 pm
YOU ARE READING
From The Heart
PoetryDo you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to ge...
