When I force another laugh,
Chirp another "I'm fine,"
Drag another smile onto my face,
A little bit more of me dies inside,
There's a little bit more hopelessness.
Helplessness.
It gets harder and harder to do.
I have to stay strong
My problems are so pathetic
In their minds.
It's better just to pull on another mask over my emptiness.
Another smile
Another laugh.
But every smile,
Every laugh,
Every "I'm fine,"
Takes it's toll.
Just wishing someone would see,
Someone would care,
Someone would help.
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PoetryHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
