"What's wrong?" Someone asked,
As she blinked away her tears
She wished she could tell him-
About all her fears
She wanted to tell him,
About the scars from the past
She craved to inform someone,
Of her troubles, at last
She longed to let it out,
The anguish, the pain
She dreamt of walking him,
Down memory lane
She desired to tell the truth,
And set down the weight on her chest
She hoped he'd understand,
And put her mind at rest
"What's wrong?" He repeated,
For the second time
But she pushed her thoughts away,
And answered: "Im fine."
~Via
Warning: paroxysm of depression up ahead.
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PoetryYou ask people about love, They tell you about heartbreak. You ask people about smiles, But when aren't they fake? You ask people about sorrow, And their words could fill oceans. So if you want to hear mine, Here's my whirlwind of emotions. • •...
