People call me weird
I call myself crazy
They see me doing funny things
They don’t see the tears
They see me joking around
They don’t feel my pain
People think I’m happy
They don’t know I feel empty
People think I don’t do anything
They don’t know I think about dying
People say I’m selfish
Then why do I help you when you call me when you need me
People think they know me
They don’t know anything
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Darkness of life
PoetryPoems about hurt, feeling depressed, disappointments, betrayal, doubt, hate, loss, sadness and reality...
