If they ask how I was,
Don't tell them I was happy because I wasn't,
Don't tell them I was the strongest because I wasn't,
Don't tell them I had the biggest heart, because I didn't,
I want you to tell them the truth
Tell them I had a mental illness,
Tell them I wrote to fight my demons, and cut to please them,
Tell them I had days when I cried because everything and nothing was overwhelming,
Tell them I was mean and moody,
Tell them I wanted my own space to fight the demons that were controlling me,
Yet NEVER won,
Just tell them the truth about me.
Tell them my eyes lighted up with joy,
My lips wore the most beautiful smile,
My heart cared a lot and yet.........
It got broken, a thousand times, by those I loved and those I trusted,
Life put me through so much, that pain became part of me,
Life took away my happy childhood.
If they ask about me,
Please tell them the truth.
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Poetry Is Therapy
PoetryI just recently started to share my work as a growing poetess and this will just have love poems ranging from heartbreak to happiness and a lot other poems about life. I'm not really a great writer and will purely appreciate your constructive critic...
