The Bleeding Pen of a Writer

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Sitting out

I look at the grey sky

Watching as the rain began

But I chose not to pout

I am tired

Of all the pressure and stress

Of all the lies and cheats

And of all the fire

In my heart

I know its just me

And no one can see that

I am torn apart

I am done trying

To pick up the broken glass

Trying to put the pieces back together

I am done crying

I watch as everyone

Is happy and joyful

Going on with life

Except me the only one