You wouldn't know that
I cried myself to sleep
All summer long that
I had to paint on a smile
Everyday just so no one
Knew how much I missed
Everything we used to be.
You wouldn't know that
My sheets are stained
With blood and my legs
Hurt everyday, these new
Scars are already fading
Faster than your name
And all the screenshots
Of conversation that would
Ruin your reputation, still
Somehow I'm nicer than
To let everyone know
About your stupid reasons.
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Sad poems for the sad heart
الشعرThis is a collections of sad poems I have written. TRIGGER WARNING!!
