I can joke.
I can smile.
I can wave.
Say hello.
But all that is fake.
And all of it could
Break.
Shatter into a thousand pieces,
If people truly knew how I feel.
How I am.
People have learned to lean on me
So I have learned to hide.
To cry in silence.
Because every moment
I'm dying.
And every moment I feel like crying.
Don't think,
You can help me too.
Nothing works.
Nothing helps.
I'm a girl
Living in Hell.
I have learned to deal,
To show I'm okay,
Even
When everything tells me,
Don't live another day.
Hope you guys enjoy this.
–Grey_Orchids
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Tales of a Drowning Soul
PoetryThese are poems that will be happy, sad, odd, and many other things. They might be long or they might be short. And most likely they will be free verse. Also, most of them are about feelings, thoughts, things I'm going through, etc. (Some mature...
