It's scary how
Me being happy has become a distant memory.
It's dreading how I wake up with my eyes swelling.
From the tears.
From the fears.
The broken mirrors showing my broken reflection.
Not hiding the deception.
Not enough attention was paid.
Not enough strength given and made.
It's scary how
Me smiling has become fake.
Them admiring my strength but I wish to drown, in a lake.
I wish to die in my sleep.
Not to cry or weep.
My thoughts run so deep,
In the night they creep.
Daytime smiles.
Late night cries.
It's scary how
Happiness has left my vocabulary
It's in his dictionary
He took it away from me
He went his own way, he's free
While I stay and cry
wanting to die.
It's scary how...
YOU ARE READING
Lonely?
PoesíaPoetry to help you cope. Poetry you can relate to. To remind you that you are not alone.
