I was feeling better,
Excited,
Elated,
Hopeful!
Then the rock fell.
Everything crashed.
Hiding the tears
And the real child-
The one who is scared out of it's mind
And wishes for death to take it's hand.
How can I keep going when
All I feel is an empty hole.
No one really sees this.
My mask is getting old.
YOU ARE READING
Telling's from the heart
PuisiSo here are a collection of poems inspired by stories whispered or stories told. Here are to those going through tough times and to get better. Here are to those that are at their peak and to keep up their good work. ***PLEASE IGNORE THE LETTERS THA...
