I'm gone,
I already knew that people were waiting for this to happen.
I did tell them about everything,
it was their job to connect it to how much pain that would bring me.
But no,
the "I'm fine" worked.
I was dying inside,
still able to keep the mask on.
Until I was dying on the outside too.
YOU ARE READING
Drowning Under Humanity
PoetryMy cover may not be pretty, And my insides may be dark, But the poetry that I have within my pages... They tell a story that no one can maintain. It's okay to not be okay, Happiness can be a mask. Sadness can be the water, In a sea that has a st...
