It's morning,
And they think she's fine
They know not the inner struggle she goes through
Just to wake up and keep her head held high.
They know not the weight
she carries behind that hundred watt smile.
They know not
The mountains she has to face just to do some measly work through the day.
As night falls,
They cannot hear the silent tears that she sheds.
Tears for the love she misses.
Tears for the love she craves.
Tears for the love she cannot have.
Yet ,
She will wake up the next day
With eyes all swollen
Just because she is not willing;
to cause others the same pain that she has to face ,
Time and again.
Day after day.
As she sheds her silent tears.
YOU ARE READING
Yours Forever
PoetryMy thoughts on life in the form of poetry that I know of. Don't go into this thinking it'll be the traditional style of poetry, cause it is not. These are just my thoughts. I DO NOT ENCOURAGE SELF-HARM.
