I can't fake the smile anymore.
Hearing their teasing from behind a door,
The midnight crying,
The mouth that is lying.
Heaven seems better,
More comforting,
More secure,
I don't want to live in this world anymore.
With the teacher who lies,
And people like flies,
Saying its fine,
And I'll get better in time.
But I need it to stop
Ask your self this,
In your world of bliss.
Have you seen death,
Someone taken their last breath?
Have you had pain
And cried with the rain?
The voices in my head
Make me scream out in bed.
I need it to stop.
The fake smile,
I've seen that for a while.
The remarks
That bite my legs like sharks.
That I'm fat
Or even depressed at that.
But I need it to stop.
I need it to stop.
I need it to stop.
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The song of the unfortunates
PoetryA collection of poems about lots of different matters.