Pain and suffering, covered by lies.
So many plans of final goodbyes.
So many thoughts of starting anew.
For day after day, her suffering grew,
her soul was darkened like black stormy skies.
The dried up tears of previous cries.
Though no one around her ever knew,
of the growing anger starting to brew.
She was getting weary of the continual lies,
she couldn't wait for the day she actually dies.
Her life was over, that much was true.
Foolish of you who never knew,
all the pain and suffering she actually hides.
That's what's hidden behind these blue eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Behind These Blue Eyes
PoesíaThis is a poem I wrote years ago and posted on my Quotev account, and recently started feeling the same way I did as when I wrote it so I decided to share it here.
