Falling from my face,
Forming a pool on my pillow.
Liquid pain,
Stain my face.
Easing my heart,
Only allowing a few to fall.
Before wiping all evidence away.
Trying to erase the hurt buried deep in my heart.
All with no avail,
Only to temporarily lock it away.
Slapping on a smile,
To face the world again.
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Poemz
PoetryWorking in mental health and sometimes dealing with my own issues results in beautiful dark poetry, that lives in my soul
