Hurts to breath
Hurts to eat or sleep
Hurts to cry
Hurts to think about it
Hurts to show emotion
Hurts to fake the smiles
The I’m Okays when your really not
Its getting…
No one sees it
No one ever sees it
Through the fabricated life I’v built around me
I’v gotten so good at pretending
I’m starting to slip again, I feel it coming again
Question…
How have a I lasted this long?/
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I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010
PoetryMindless thoughts and horrible emotions of my insanity spilled on paper for your eyes to see.
