When will you see through my fake smiles? When will you notice that I am broken inside, slowly fading away? When will you break these high walls that I built, to protect myself from any further damage and save me?
Broken.
When will you save me? Will it be today, tomorrow, or never? Can't you see that I am hurting inside? But it's ok. As long as you are happy, I will continue on to be happy or I might as well pretend right?
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Poems
PoetryHere I will write the poems that I think of or come up with . There might be words that sound the same and some that will not. You might relate to whats inside this book or you will question it . None of these poems that I write are copied from an...
