Cover up the lies,
With a nice shade of pink.
Get rid of the pain,
With a pill in a blink.
So many problems,
And of none we speak.
Too many issues
To take in a week.
I wake up at night
To yelling and a fight.
I tell myself to ignore it,
But the fear is too much.
The hole in the wall,
We cover up with lies.
Lies of a family,
We know is not ours.
Though the hole in the wall
Like the one in our hearts,
No matter how many times
To fix it we've tried;
There's no point in trying
For we'll all end up crying.
People say it's okay,
"It'll be over soon".
But I want it to be over!
In this night there's no moon.
Maybe they're right,
And tomorrow will bring a knight.
Though it's getting too late;
I'm getting tired of the wait.
Help me! Help me!
I want to run away.
This place drives me crazy;
I don't want to stay.
Staying means caring,
And I don't anymore.
I'm dying inside.
Do I really need to roar?
To shut up, I swore,
But I can't do this anymore.
This is my farewell,
The last time I'll yell.
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To Whom It May Concern {Poems}
PoetryJust some poems I write when inspiration hits at two in the morning. Some people have told me they're good, so why not give them a chance?
