hello, my love,
how are you?
doing good?
well i am too.
the funny thing
is that its all lie
both you and me
just want to cry.
how was your day?
'it was fine'
you say,
but we both know
that fine means crude,
but we say it anyways
to not be rude.
what's wrong, my dear?
'oh nothing,'
i say
still, we both know
i am dying in every way.
but still we place
a smile
on our face
and pretend as if
everything is good.
and get along with our day,
like everyone should.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Glass
PoetryWhen everything is broken, and all the mirrors are destroyed, your wrist are cut open there are your thoughts that you wish to avoid. When everything is falling apart, and you long for this time to pass, you lie there with a torn up heart and st...
