On the outside I smile,
I laugh.
On the inside I cry,
I scream why?
I'm not myself.
I'm only a half.
A shell of who I used to be.
Do you ever ask yourself,
'Is it my fault?'
Of course not.
So you feel no need to halt.
You treat me like dirt,
So how do you think I'm unhurt?
On the inside I die,
On the inside my spirits are never high.
I look to God for comfort,
But it still hurts.
The pain inside hardly ever yields.
I wonder if I'll ever heal.
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Poetry
PoetryYeah so some of these suck and some don't, some are happy some are sad, some are down-right depressing. But you know, I hope you like them. Or don't. Whatever.
