You smiled for the gram to make us think you were glad.
You were savage on trends to make us feel you were smart.
You blabbed on and on, how your life was perfect. So don't blame me if I couldn't see you were sad.
The reaper hunted you in your dreams in the form of a ghost. And in reality in the form of blades, pills and potions. Your facade was strong so how could I see you were torn? You were made out of dust but you embraced a plastic front.
Now you rest all alone in a tomb of your own.
And now I'm hurting too, because I should have known you were broken.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
My Lovely Dark Thoughts Vol. 1
PuisiMLDT Vol. 1 is a compilation of 20 short write ups and poems that I've written over the span of 2 years. *** Some of them are pretty personal and others are imaginative. Please note that it contains...
