Crying,
breathing,
lying,
lying that I am okay.
Avoiding the what's wrongs and just be positives.
Hiding the aching brokenness that is me.
I am not trying to seek your advice
rather lend your ears.
Listen while I speak and do not interrupt me,
with your false everything will be okays.
Everything hasn't been okay for a very long time,
so please.
Listen closely to my words,
there you'll find the hidden world's.
They aren't pretty,
no,
they're all broken, abused and neglected.
Tortured for their last little values.
My world's,
my heart and soul.
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
PoetryA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
