The truth of it all.
With sharp objects,
Pain does come,
Replaced with good feeling,
My heart goes numb.
With self hate,
Tears do run,
Covered with a fake smile,
It's all done.
And with deep regret,
Scars do show,
Hidden with lies,
It's time go.
Finally, with lies,
Question, do some,
Unable to be honest,
A happy tune you hum.
YOU ARE READING
The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
