Your heart is made of gold
Or, at least, so I've been told
But your hands are too cold
And your eyes are too old
I know who you are
Bad things to par
With the little scars
Left by your heart
But now there's one on mine
Bigger than your lies
And it makes me want to die
Rid this pain from my life
Tears stream down my face
Disappear without a trace
No one will know the pain
You caused me that day
I tell myself to stop minding the stares
That I can forget all of your glares
This silent treatment isn't fair
But I act like I don't care
I'm being overdramatic
Somewhat sarcastic
So anticlimactic
Not facing the tragic
I'm not even trying
Too focused on dying
Can't help crying
But I keep on lying
Saying I'm okay
Facing another day
Lie to your face
But that's my way
Don't know no other
Let myself suffer
Get with false lovers
Just to work as a buffer
I guess that's what you are
A tiny little scar
Found on my heart
That won't come apart
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Life and Its Discrepancies
PoesíaThis book is filled with poems from every range of my emotions, from when I'm super depressed to when I can't be happier. I don't know how long I'll keep this thing going, just know that it covers a bunch of personal things that may be considered a...
