Mom, Dad...
I'm in pain.
It's just so painful I didn't want to breathe anymore.
I'm sorry if I never told you about it.
I just hate seeing you so worried.
I hate seeing you in pain because of me.
I'm sorry if I lied for years now.
And I'm sorry if I won't be able to tell you about this pain because
I don't want to see this family fall apart.
Life had been harsh
and I didn't want to create more wounds.
I just thought that if only I kept this pain,
I might be able to withstand it.
I guess
I'm not someone
who can do that.
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Language of the Heart
PoetryThey say that poetry is how the heart talks and communicates with people. So I wrote my own collection of poems... which are written straight from my heart. ~A collection of poems written from experiences especially hidden feelings that the author n...
