You are not going to
Put your feelings into words
You are going to be courageous enough
To hold it all in
To let God be the only witness of it
So that it'd be worth it
Instead of those people,
Family and friends
Who would not understand the quarter of it
The real reality is,
No one cares for that long
That of which you'd expect
They only know to show their face
Masked with concern and pity
And that's that,
It dies within that moment,
Buried
But you fall asleep nearly smiling
For that it mattered to people
But that's not it,
You don't get to decide what you feel
Or sometimes, what you think
You don't have to put up a sob story
To avenge, honour you
Or maybe make yourself feel better by it
Or even let it contradict with your belief
It's disgusting, disgraceful, dishonest
You have to live with the reality,
You have to stop trying to live
In the shades of romanticism
Such a typical waste,
You don't have to lose yourself
Just because you lost someone too
That's a risk not worth anything
Even you
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Nobody Understands
PoetryLike a bird, hatched out the broken shell, with a promised fate yet an unsure one. As its wings bloom with luxury, the wind its companion, the lost treasure its treat, the whole world its vision, the seasons would be its reasons, yet all these freed...
