He looks out at the crowd,
they are screaming his lyrics
pouring their hearts out
unconsciously singing the story of his life.
He is dying inside but they don't...
they don't know anything.
They don't know his pain.
Any of his heartbreak.
He hides his frown with a fake smile,
he suffers in silence
and breaks down alone.
He needs help but can't ask
He tries to scream
but it only comes out as a whisper
they don't realise.
They won't until he is gone.
He is gone now,
his name belongs to the sky
but we won't forget him;
he won't leave our hearts.
Not now, not ever.
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My Little Book Of Poems
PoésieI've recently got into poems and I wanted to write some of my own.
