People talk about me like i am not there,
they act so nice but they're ruthless inside,
talk to me the truth no more lies,
you see me smile but you don't see me at night,
I hate it when i lost sight,
Things are so clear yet i am blind.
I started to spend more time with myself,
but all my soul do is just talk depressed,
I am the problem not them.
I am fighting a war with myself.
YOU ARE READING
war of hearts
Poetry"To love or have loved,that is enough. Ask nothing further. There is no other pearl to be found in the dark folds of life."
