Hello pain, my old friend
I really thought 'twas the end
Yet you come back again to haunt me
Is it because I'm a nobody?
I'm broken, shattered pieces all around
But no one knows because I don't make a sound
Hiding behind a mask of serenity
Inside, I'm dying quite certainly
I thought all was well, all was good
But this time, why were you rude?
Where did I go wrong? I asked myself
No one knows but only yourself
Looking around, trying to keep my cool
Why, oh why am I such a fool?
Hello pain, my old friend
I know this is not the end
YOU ARE READING
The Verity of Life
PoetryVerity: something that is regarded as true Just compilations of poems, realizations, and excerpts (most of which I'll never write) of my life or while I live my life.
