You say you know the real me.
But can't you tell?
This smile isn't real.
I'm not cold.
I'm not tired.
I have feelings.
This smile is forced to hide the pain.
I'm wearing long sleeves so you don't see the scars and cuts.
I want to kill myself and hurt myself.
I'm numb and I don't want to get too close because I always get hurt.
So, you see.
You don't know me, if you really knew me, you could tell.
If you really knew me you wouldn't pretend it's all okay.
So, can't you tell?
You don't know me at all.
YOU ARE READING
My Poems
Thơ caSo these are just poems that I've written, they aren't much but I do love to write in a lot of different forms of writing and poems is one of them, so here are some of my poems
