alone in a room full of people, i silently scream
lost in the sounds of a broken dream
no one sees the cuts i hide
or feels the pain that eats me inside
i smear on a smile, play the part
but deep down, im falling apart
the weight of my pain becomes a scare
as im in the silence, drowning in despair
no one understands the pain i feel
or the wounds that refuse to heal
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the reality of mental health
Poézia"you're a complicated person to love, and care for" "i know" i say "i deal with it every day" TW: sh, si, & mental illness. feel free to skip if you get triggered by these things #2 in poem collection (2.27.24) #1 in poem collection (4.12.24)
