I like it when our smiles aren't genuine,
You can see the people breaking,
You can see the mask shaking,
You can see the absence of joy
And the painful presence of sadness.
I like it when we cry in public,
Our tears are no longer hidden in the dark,
In a place where we are most alone,
In a place they stopped looking for me,
Because in that place,
Our lives lose value,
Hanging by a string finally makes sense.
I like it when our rage breaks out,
The massive noise,
It comforts the little person inside,
Because maybe,
Just maybe,
That big voice,
Is that little cry for help.
Come find me,
In a place full of sorrow,
A place where life isn't worth living,
A place where shouting is my only comfort,
You'll find me in the place,
The place I lost my will to...
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PoetryI'd firstly like to thank a young lady named Takatso for making my cover art,you're a star. So this book for me deals with a lot of inner conflict that I faced in the time of writing it,I couldn't comprehend or trust my own feelings due to a lot of...
