pulled my sleeves down
a little lower
watching as they look
not suspecting a thing
not knowing what they tooktold them i already ate
flashing them a smile
my stomach didn't rumble
i hadn't eaten in a whilestating i was fine
tired of the lies
it wasn't the only time
that i'd felt the need to crylistening to their words
only speaking when they asked
i knew i'd never truly be heard
how long would this façade last?standing in front of them all
talking about irrelevant things
explaining metaphors
my legs trembling far too muchwhispering my dreams
as i was asked what i wanted to be
but no one heard my screams
when i told them how hard i triedi just wanted to be free
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nights are cold without you
Poesíaa sequel to 'to die would be an awfully big adventure'. this book is about my healing, i learnt not to forget but to forgive (Completed)