You don't know me,
Nobody does,
Why is it that the naked eye cannot see,
The me that I myself can't trust.
To be breathing right now,
Is something I didn't wish for,
I won't ask how,
Or what is my fate that is in stored.
Beautiful plants with the air we breathe,
Though I want to stop breathing 'till I'll die,
For I am tired of living,
Living my life that feels like a lie.
Being truly happy is hopeless for me,
For every smile I show is fake,
For every fake action no one can distinguish or see,
Am I worth living for my whole existance is a lie at this rate?
I try to be true even if I'm so torn,
But suddenly changing things you're used to,
Especially the ways that I've been doing since I was born,
Has messed up my life and now I don't know now what I really want to do.
I know I may look strong and cheerful outside,
But inside is a girl who's so lost and feels dead,
I may be all smiles and no one has seen me cried,
That's because I always cry deep inside...
BINABASA MO ANG
Depths Of Thoughts
PoesíaEverything that is published within this book are all made by me. All the poems are composed by me. This is a collection of poems :)
