I woke up today.
Face stiff,
Eyes red.
Still crying I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for the cruel day that awaited me.
I might go out today.
I try and force a smile.
It seems out of place with,
My torn up limbs,
My tear tracked face.
I let it drop knowing it's too fake looking.
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PoetryI'm depressed. These will be more on the ranty side of poems I guess for some of them. But follow me through my pain and suffering. If you don't want to... Good. I don't give a French fry. Read if you want.. If not I don't care. Update: September 2n...
