You're going through your life
Like it's a war you need to fight
Push away the darkness
But you stay awake at night
Do you need the chaos to feel like you're alive?
Could you tell the story
Of the numbness in your eyes?
Could you say that you're afraid
Of being left behind?
Do the people you have lost
Still haunt you every night?
Do you lie so no one ever asks if you're alright?
If they asked you, would you tell them
What you feel inside?
Would you tell the truth
Or would you tell them that you're fine?
Would you lie?
YOU ARE READING
Inkblood Poetry
PoetryPoetry is the most efficient way for me to express things, even when I can't define it in a way that makes sense. And I think that's the beautiful thing about it - that poetry doesn't even need to be defined. It just exists.
