"Are you fine?
I saw you crying just now.
Did something happened? "'No I'm fine. I wasn't crying, something went into my eye.'
So ironic isn't it?
You are crying yet you are telling people you're not crying.
This been awhile.
I want to be weak.
Sometimes.
But these times are impossible.
"Did you just cut yourself? "
'No these scars is cut by the sharp corners of my bed. This is how careless am I.'
My bed or my blade?
I said is my bed and they believe.
It was my blade and I must say it was my bed.
"Hey, Why are your eye swollen? Did something happened? "
'Nahhh, my baby cousin accidently had the toy to my eye.'
My baby cousin was living somewhere else.
I wasn't being hit.
I lay on the bed and cry all night.
I only had 1 hour sleep.
"Hope that everything is going well. "
'Yeah. it's going well. No worries.'
I'm just mentally fighting.
I'm not showing.
I'm not fine.
I'm just telling.
YOU ARE READING
Random poem
PoesíaPoem that is written through my life. It was written when that thought came to me This was the continue ones as I got logout out my previous account.