I tell a lie
every time you ask if I'm okay
protecting you from my emotions,
my feelings aren't worth ruining your day
answers I need will eventually appear
rather you be at peace,
even if it means me suffering;
that's the cost
I'm willing to pay
I'll aid you in sickness
while I slowly fade to a grave
I'll give my lungs
if you struggled to breath
I'll give my entire heart
that's what it'll be
time will tell,
that's my only tranquility.
YOU ARE READING
With Love.
PoetryIn a book is the best way to hide knowledge of the truth, through a pen hides the strength of therapy. I've gain much wisdom and restored much faith from this. I hope this brings growth to anyone reading; it was worked through me in very difficult t...
