Tears flow like a never ending stream,
Or they don’t flow like a dry well.
When we cry we wish our life was a dream,
But when we don’t cry, our anger rings like a bell.
As the tears fall down out faces,
We sob till everything shakes.
As we stride toward familiar faces,
Our cheeks are hot as if they are baked.
Near friends, we act as though we are fine,
But on the inside we cry and wish to die.
When we are around friends we draw a line,
A line to keep everyone out, then we say good-bye.
We always say we are doing “alright”
Lying is oh so normal and easy.
That "alright" is like a script, all we do is recite,
But the things we are lying about, are not easy.
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The Battle Roars. The Scars Multiply. The Pain Never Ends.
PoetryThis is just a bunch of poems I wrote when I was in a bad place. You might relate to it. It's about struggles and thoughts and thing. And it's just the honest truth about things. You might see lines repeated. Probably 'cause I liked them a lot, hehe...
