Survival Mode: ON

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I breathe,
but I have stopped living.
I laugh,
but I am not content.
My heart weeps in agony,
but tears don't flow down my cheeks.
I hold my anger like poison inside,
but they show as displaced aggression.
I show my weakness, I am vulnerable,
but I don't admit it to myself.
I fear losing the ones close to my heart,
but I barely tell them how much they mean to me.
I love like hearts don't break,
but I don't tell them cause I am afraid of being devastated.
I have people who call themselves my friends,
but they disappear when I need them.
I try to see the reality,
but I get lost in the world of books.
I say I'm getting better,
but I was just getting better at faking it.

Note: Hey guys, I hope you liked this poem.
Please do check out my other work (apart from 'trapped in my own head'), in case you're looking for a light read. They aren't on the darker side of the spectrum.
I hope you like them too :)

I hope you like them too :)

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