My smile is fake, my eyes show the truth
They show the hate I feel for myself
I don't care if I'm alive,
Or dead to this world
I don't have any drive
My hair is not curled
My smile is broken, my eyes they weep
I often cry myself to sleep
No one cares who I am,
Or who I may be
But I am still me,
Who may that me?
My smile is gone, my eyes became blank
My soul that once flew,
Now has just sank
Sank in the river I filled with my tears
No matter how I tried,
I couldn't get past those years
Years of happiness, turned into dread
All of these feelings I keep locked in my head
My smile is fake, I draw it everyday
It fades and fades,
As I go through the day
My memories are tainted,
Stained with decay
As I rip them to pieces,
Each and everyday.
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A Real Book of Poems
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I have written. I own them all unless I state otherwise. Be warned that most of my poems are sad, I usually write them when I am depressed. I plan to publish these one day, and I have all of the originals and proof...
