Fragments of the Heart

My Secret

Fragments of the Heart

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F R A G M E N T - 30

A Secret

my head is pounding,
my heart is burning,
nothing seems to be right.

whatever I do,
if only they knew,
is what needs to be done.

a sharp pain
crawls up my brain,
and I cannot think.

whomever it is,
family or not,
nobody cares if I died to rot.

my arms are bloody,
disgusting yet funny,
just like the jokes they make.

i write,
and I write,
fortunately, this is fiction.

so real yet so fake,
regardless if I lay awake,
the night was never a problem.

i am,
i always am,
a problem not worth solving.

but I'm happy:
my poems are reality,
a secret no one can know.