You think I don't understand
The pain you are going through
But I have cried the same tears and
Felt the same betrayal as you
I have curled up at night
Unable to face the source of despair
Who can say what is right?
Is it better to feel, or not to care?
Your mood affects mine
In ways you cannot know
And whilst I said that I was fine
The truth was lost long ago
Blue smothers my heart
And grey is all I see, bleak art
I let myself be caught
And I felt myself drowning as we fought
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Poetry Collection I "Heartache"
PoetryMy failed attempts at poetry from a year ago, though by the end they were merely paragraphed rants. These were used to vent and understand my own feelings at the time, though they have no relevance to the me of today.
