What if ,
My dead name,
I hear it enough when I am outside
Who I am , I have to hide ,
You don't understand what it's like on the other side,
It may be "Just a name" but it's just bigger ,
The dead name is a trigger,
So simple and plain,
The dead name brings pain.
YOU ARE READING
WHAT IF I COULD JUST WRITE .
Poetry"Laugh harder at the place where you have cried the most", when no one hear me , I just write.
