Act
It's getting to the point where no listens anymore.
Everyone says it's just an act.
No one sees the pain in my eyes.
Just breathing hurts.
I cry, I seek help, and I become sick.
No one sees.
They see their life, their own obstacles and battles
But for once, when I need their eyes to see me, they refuse.
It's getting to the point where I wished it was just an act
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Sinking Deeper
PoetryBecause once the waves capture you, you'll never be able to return to safety. You learn to adapt to danger - he was my danger. - A collection of poems I wrote about him and other things -
