At least your emotions are real
And you can see the difference
Everything I feel,
Is labeled as weakness
They say to be strong
But how can I when I'm the only one
Who sees the truth in people's eyes?
This was for you,
The one that used to keep me going,
The one that lifted me up,
But then you left me, letting me be broken
Assuming all the sad things never spoken
At least you don't have to worry,
You don't see the real thing
At least you don't have to feel it,
You don't see the pain
Because bullets to the head
Is quicker than the death in bed.
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Everything and What's Inbetween
PoetryDo you ever feel like only the saddest poems can describe your life? Yeah, me too. But have hope. It can get better. This doesn't last forever. Trigger warning! I write about depressing and sometimes sick things. Read at your own risk. ...
