What's wrong with my heart
it's always getting trapped in the dark
with no light to lead the way out
just stumbling blindly
without a clue on where i am
one wrong move
and i go plummeting to my death
but they don't know that
because they only see what i want them to see
they only see the light show i put on
as a distraction from my pain
they never see the light fade from my eyes
as i sink to the ground in defeat
they never see the tears stream down my heartbroken face
they never hear my distraught screams of pain
in the middle of the night
they only see what my heart allows
and she's picky
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Poems by Me
PoesíaA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
