Poems [ON HOLD]

Inside

We all live in our own versions of hell,
Fighting our inner demons
Lonely, with no one to tell,
Using all our strength.
Broken in thousands of pieces,
We try in vain to put them back
But something always misses
Because love is what we lack.

People usually ingnore the pain inside,
Maybe they don't realise.
Even if it was theirs,
They would think that no one cares,

But who knows?
Maybe it's the ugly truth.

Pretending, always pretending...
"How are you?"
"I'm fine,you?
Who knows what they are really thinking?