It's easier to hide,
To pretend it's alright,
Than to let them in.
How could they ever understand?
It's easier to stay in bed,
To keep things to yourself,
Than to bring them down with you.
Why should they suffer?
It's easier to fake a smile,
To say you've "never been better",
Than to dampen their day.
How would they know your pain?
It's easier to lie,
To type "I'm happy for you.",
Than to tell them you're heartbroken.
Why ruin their day?
It's easier not to respond,
To pretend you didn't hear them,
Than to confess how you feel.
How could they ever feel the same?
It's easier not to talk,
To loosen all ties,
Than to keep lying.
Why would they care anyway?
It's easier to fade,
To become a memory,
Than to face any more pain.
How could they remember someone.....
Who never existed at all?
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Kari's Drabbles
General FictionA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
