The heart is so fragile
The mind keep on getting aching of telling the truth
It hurts until it feel so painful
The tears that drops kills the hopes
The art of telling the truth is abstract
You are so tough in the outside but very broken in the inside
You keep on being very strong but yet you are so weak
All you can stand on is by telling the truth
But truth is painful too
As all people that you need to tell them how you feel, yet you think that you are the one that need to blame
As telling the truth is a therapy for you so you will not feel so lonely inside
But in the end, you still feel very wronged
You just want they to noticed you that how you want they to look at you like the way you look at them
How come you stay for a very long time to survived in this cruel world
Where everyone beside you still think that you are the guilty one
You have done everything that you think you should
You have been very a good girl that crying is not an option anymore
You have been very a good boy that being strong outside is not a choice anymore
But you still end up to be very sad inside
Your tears seem to be end at the pit of your misery
You talk to them
You talk to everyone
But while you are telling them the truth, you end up to be the the bad one
You are not a victim anymore
And you just become the one who is need to be blame
And it still be there
The black door of your sorrow that might be very dark at any time.
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A Flower In The Desert
PoesiaFor the beauty that we seek, For the ugliness that we hide, For the self that we avoid, For us that decide to run, And fight until the end of the time, As hard as we can, As all that I got is your help. p/s: Few of my poems were taken directly from...
