No one believes my pain is real because
Someone will always have it worse.
No one believes my pain is real because my voice and my face and my loud, obnoxious laughter show nothing but happiness.
But it's real. It's so real. It's eating me alive. No one has noticed but my voice cracks when I try and brush off insults. No one has noticed but my smile is trembling, crumbling and I can't pick it up. And no one has noticed but my laugh doesn't come out as easy and ends quicker.
Pain is something anyone can feel.
आप पढ़ रहे हैं
sad poetry
कविता❝they told us, 'be useful', and so we used the only thing we had and made poetry.❞ some of the poems in here were written by me. but others weren't. all credit to the original authors.
