Nobody loves me when I'm sad
Even if I'm sad all the time
But they don't know what
they cannot see
To them, I'm always, always fine
and that's just who they think is me
Sometimes I believe it too
But then it's 4 in the morning
And my eyes cannot shut
my head cannot stop twisting,
I don't know what to do
other than stare above to the ceiling
Then when I finally feel more
than the empty blankness in my skin
The real sadness begins.
Don't worry, I won't slip
This is when I can paint the grin
and play the only part
I was destined.
People love me when I'm happy
Even if it is all pretend for me,
it is the truth to them
YOU ARE READING
💙🌊I Speak in Poetry🌊💙
PoetryI couldn't contain the stories anymore. This is my truth. The fragments of my heart laid out for all to see. Words to heal, both you and me. (Poems are updated frequently)
