I often lie.
Feeling like maybe the truth is worse.
Feeling like maybe I'm worse.
I don't speak truth because I'm afraid, maybe people think I'm lying.
It's sad you know.
Knowing that you have things trapped and knowing that they can't escape.
Bringing it up makes you hurt more than it does help.
It's sad how I can convince others to believe something that I don't even believe myself.
I'm not okay.
I've never been okay.
Now comes regret.
-t.n.
VOUS LISEZ
Little poems
PoésieI have a lot of things trapped in my head. I don't know what exactly to do with them. So I figured why not put them in form.
