your bed is nothing but a lie.
your words are full of them,
not all of them are small,
but all of them are cruel.
the people you're with, the others like me
do they know i exist?
do they know who, or what they are?
it's not fair.
to any of us.
you showed them your bed.
it contained only lies,
but like me, they couldn't see them.
they couldn't see through the facade.
it's not hard to spill the truth,
you probably started to believe in them too.
it's sad, really.
that something so far-fetched became your foundation.
one little storm and it all came crashing down.
YOU ARE READING
loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
