The Falling Stars

⋆𝘍𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵⋆

"I'm fine"

You have no idea, how many times,

These three words forged one lie.

This sick twisted fate of mine,

Has, many times, made me cross the line.

Has, many times, made tears bloom from several eyes.

And the thorns of those tears, pierce my heart.

Those tears, that make my sins a work of art.

The cruel words that seem to have made their mark.

And isn't this just me?

"Ruin people and then plead guilty."

And the funny thing is, after all this, I'm still believed.

Oh wait, I'm sorry. The actual funny thing is

That these things never even happened,

Just stories that are believed, realities that don't exist.

~And, ladies and gentlemen, it's hard for me to break this to you,

The reality you thought you knew, was never really true~

I'm the villain in my own tale.

I'm the one, whose words hit people like the falling hail.

And you, the saint, the daughter of God, so delicate and frail.

And all the white lies that drip from your "protagonist-like" smile

Don't amount to that single phrase, that single line,

"I'm fine."

A fine lie, that makes everyone believe the rot that's talked.

It makes them think, that your 'pain' is my fault.

As if it's my fault, you pretend to have problems that you do not.

But I guess it is my fault, because I wasn't able to stay strong.

I guess it's my fault, I couldn't bear the beatings for too long.

I guess it's my fault, because I was loud, when I said you were wrong.

It's my fault, I cracked from all the hurt.

It's my fault, I never really learned.

That when I'm your 'friend', I either serve you or burn.

Even hard rocks will crack under pressure.

At some point, lava will ooze out of all the fissures.

And these gaping cracks will only get bigger.

So, it's my fault, I cracked to soon.

The pressure you put, I thought I was doomed.

  It's my fault, I yelled and you swooned. 

And all the times you whispered, that's alright.

All the wounds you inflicted on me, that's completely fine.

Because faults are pointed, only based on what meets the eye.

Your whispers were louder than my shouts.

But it was my shouts that everyone knew about

And of course it's my fault! They only heard my sound.

And several times, I cried.

"You're hurting me, I can't hold on this time"

And that was the truth, I cried while you smiled.

And nobody could tell it was truth right?

Because all they cared about, was your "I'm fine"

They cared about your lie, but not my life.

These thorns, that only bloom from crocodile tears

These thorns, that I had always feared

These thorns, that have pricked and pierced.

With fake tears that bloomed from your eyes

My heart is numb, thorns holding it nice and tight.

And to everyone, the fault's not yours, it's still mine.

Several emotions had flooded through my tears.

But it can never match up to that of you and your peers.

I slowly die as your audience cheers.

And every clap is like a beating drum.

An anthem of my funeral, that the crowd hums.

And you've defeated the villain, my story is done.

A dull ache, the echoes of my throbbing heart.

The blood that smeared my chest, is a work of art.

My sins, made from your stories, have made their mark.

No matter what I do, the fault is mine.

I've come to accept it, so trust me when I say it this time

"I'm fine"

~LonelyComets

20.07.18

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You know how this poem came into existence? I took it out of the trash and decided to show this piece of trash to everyone YAY!

Thanks for 900+ votes :) And 3.8K reads :) Sorry I probably don't sound so convincing do I? Hehehehe lol sorry.... my brain is numb... because of reading this trash. oof why am I even publishing this

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