Tragic hits
Cracking me with a whip
5 years gone by
Another relative left to die
Poetry comes easy
In times of misery
And now face
Smooth as stone
Cries invisible tears
When I'm not alone
Hiding is simple
When you know what to do
Put a face on
No one can see through
Act as happy as can be
And hide the misery
Might be pointless
If you cry
Cause all people will think
Is stupid lies
Say I'm sorry
Doesn't mean anything
Saying nothing
Is better than those sincerities
Cause its not your fault
They died
Therefore I'm sorry
Is nothing but a lie
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Nothing But A Lie
PoetryFor a few years a relative or a close friend has died, and its interesting that whyen the time happens everyone seems so sincere, saying their sorry, but what do they have to be sorry for? Sorry that I'm in this pain? Sorry that the pain will last n...
