They don't hear your cries
So you keep telling them lies
Saying "it's all good. I'm doing fine."
But I see through that.
You have bullet holes for eyes,
And you've lost your light.
They don't see your pain
So you act the same
Hoping they will one day.
Even if it's all in vain,
You stand alone in the rain.
More bullet holes you gain.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
