2.0 locked doors

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I've been sad for longer than I remember.

The pain just never goes away.

I know I should tell someone about it

but I cannot find the words to say.

My friends can't see past my laughter,

and my parents are fooled by my smiles.

They think sadness is measured in tears

and telling them won't be worthwhile.

I'm not sure exactly when it started

or even if it had a cause.

But someone stole my key when I was young

and now life is a bunch of locked doors.

I used to think things would get better.

That I could return to the life that I missed.

But my life was not made by Disney.

And fairy tales do not exist.

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