I'm so tired of being tired all the time.
I'm tired of asking for help feeling like I'm admitting to a crime.
When it never shows so they let it go,
they just dismiss me and tell me that I'm fine.
But they don't see speaks a thousand more volumes of hurt than what they could imagine,
And they don't know that behind the shine and glittered masks,
that I'm broken inside.
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
