Some how.
I'll find a way.
Somehow.
It's seems like a bittersweet hope that I just can't reach.
I wish I was out by the beach.
I'm hoping for some sort of gift.
Some way for my heart to drift.
I can't just tell anyone.
My shoulders are carrying a ton.
My heart is breaking.
The stitches are aching.
I could tell my friends and let them ask.
But I don't want to see me cry under my mask.
I can't let my emotions show.
Or they will know.
So I'm hiding.
Behind a mask of lying.
All of today, I've sat in my hoodie, trying not to cry.
I don't want them to see through my lie.
But it's okay.
I'll make it through today.
I listen to the lying words that are mine.
"I'll be fine"
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Poems From Silence
ПоэзияI write a lot of depressing stuff. Some are good and some I really hate. But you be the judge I guess. Hope you like these. I don't update this a lot but if I do, it might be pretty go so read it I guess? Idk sorry. Peace
