And she was lost,
She didn't know what she felt anymore,
She was both happy and sad at the same time .She would never tell,
How she felt,
She would keep quiet,
And keep it for herself.She had lost so much,
And gained so little,
She would never feel good enough,
For anyone,
Not even for herself.She would laugh,
And she would smile,
She would act like everything was fine,
But she knew,
She was living a lie,
Behind her smile,
She held a broken heartShe would forgive over again and again,
Just because she was too afraid to loose,
Someone who never saw her real worth.She expected too much,
And never learned to let go,
She got attached too fast,
And when time came,
A part of her was gone too.And all those promises,
In which she believed,
Flew away just like the wind.And she waited,
And waited,
But they never came.All she ever wants,
Is to never feel that again,
Because every time she feels,
All she feels is FUCKING PAIN !!***
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Every time I act like everything is fine . I laugh at people's joke . I do silly things with my friends and act like I have a cheerful and carefree life . It's funny though . When I come back home , I just turn off that mental switch . Then suddenly I break down . I feel alone , empty , tired, I can't exactly how I feel onto words. It's like I have 2 different sides of me . One for the public, and one for myself. Only if they know. Only IF !
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