My Friend.
He hurts.
He tells me why he does it.
Why he cuts himself
Family Issues.
He has them too.
Just like me.
But he will never understand mine.
And I will never understand his.
Mine Are Worse.
And there is my anger.
He might have his family ties but I have mine.
He will never know what pain feels like.
But I Do.
His parents may fight.
But mine aren't even together.
He may cry once a week but I do it every day.
Believe Me.
I have it way worse buddy.
If you were to look inside my head, you would be traumatized.
You Have No Idea What I've Been Through.
YOU ARE READING
The Real Me
PoetryI may seem happy, but not really. I smile through the pain and cry deep inside. The world can be a horrible place and the people too, but I keep on living.
