I miss me.
The old happy me,
The smiling me,
The laughing me,
Sadly has gone.
Sometimes,
I want to open up to someone,
I want to talk about it,
I want to scream,
I want to yell,
I want to shout about it.
But,
All I did was text that I'm fine all the time. Those two words make people's head spin round and round.
But at the end,
It's the hot tears that rolls down my face.
Yet,
I still manage to say I'm fine.
Cause at the end,
I'm merge as a stronger person with a broken heart inside and out.
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~KG
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PoetrySometimes at night, All we can do is lie there in bed and hope. Hope to fall asleep before we fall apart. ~KG Not for most readers reviewed by @RafealJeff
