Hey, can I tell you guys a secret? Alright, here it is. Everyday, my friends and family ask if I'm okay, considering the fact I just lost my dog, and I say, yes, I'm fine. And my friend Annie, even said, "Bro. Are you sure you're okay?"
And I'm like, "yes, I'm sure bro."
But the thing is....I'm not okay. Just the other night, I broke down. My brother and sister left, and lied to me. And at 1:00 am, I went to the post office, and tried to get in contact with someone I knew. And before I left I broke down crying cause everything was going downhill, and I missed pepper, and I broke down crying. Yea. Well, that did help get some of the weight off my chest. I just don't want my friends finding out. I can't let them know how broken I really down I am. I have to be there for them. I don't want them to have the burden of being there for me.
YOU ARE READING
The sadness that I live in
PoetryThis is just some poems or stories that I wrote or lyrics that I really like. They're all sad, I believe.
