It's like I'm dying, the actual realization of my own downfalls rapid approach. I don't want to lie but I smile and pretend because in the end I know you won't understand- I'm surrounded by people day by day, but I'm alone, always the same faces. It all becomes old to me. I thank you for making me smile behind all the salty tears. I know you won't understand the things that go on inside my head. Someday I'll be able to explain, when all the misery finally fades I'll tell you, word for word, maybe then you'll comprehend.
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Breaking Point
PoetryJust some mini stories and poems that I have written about hurt, pain, suffering, and broken hearts.
