I wonder what the new days will bring,
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lie Down, and wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
Even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
And I ache and burn from my very core.
Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears.
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day,
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.
Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don't even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long, endless love for him.
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But, I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say,
And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.
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The Woebegone's Deepest Thoughts
PoetryAll we can do is to write what we feel, what we experience in life and what dramas we've been through in our lives. A collection of book consisting of poems and short stories dedicated to the people who can relate theirselves about it. Some are real...
