Always laughing through my tears
How long has this been going on-
Months or maybe years?
They say that the kindest of people has the saddest of smiles
But my laughter never changes who I am, I'm so vile.
How long has this been going on?
I'm so tired of pretending, afraid of being left alone.I'm so tired of pretending someone I'm not.
Hell on Earth, please
let me rot.
I don't even know myself anymore.
My facade portrays the trait that you all adore.
I just want to breath;
My raw self unsheathed-
I want to laugh genuinely for once.
I want to wake up from this trance.
All I want is another chance-
To live and not just waste my breaths.I'm so tired, so tired of it all.
So afraid thinking of the final fall.
So devastated that I'm might be the outcast, once and for all.
I'll just keep waiting for my final fall.──────⊱◈◈◈⊰──────
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Blood And Beverage
Poetry·˚✎ᝰ 𝙋𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ˎˊ˗ ❝ 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦.❞ || Credits for the...