Nothing's going on right
And there's no sight
Of a possible happiness
For the following days.
Every single thing I do
Makes me feel blue
Because everyone seems to care
Lesser and closes their ears to not hear.
Despite all that,
I try to smile- just an act,
So no one would think low of me
For being so weak and easy.
But I have to admit
There are times when I grit
My teeth so I won't spit
All possible profanity there is.
I wouldn't deny this,
There are times
When I'm close to tears
But I blink them away, just because.
I will not keep it as a secret
That there are times when I regret
Not being able to stand up for myself
And not being able to quit.
I. WANT. TO. QUIT.
I. AM. TIRED.
I. AM. DYING. LITTLE. BY. LITTLE. INSIDE.
I. WANT. ALL. THESE. TO. STOP.
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Language of the Heart
PoetryThey say that poetry is how the heart talks and communicates with people. So I wrote my own collection of poems... which are written straight from my heart. ~A collection of poems written from experiences especially hidden feelings that the author n...
