I cried countless times.
But I'll never let them see me cry.
They take joy in my sorrow.
They laugh as if I'm a joke.
None of them knew what they did to me.
What they did to my brain.
I would rather go through the pain, pretending I'm okay than to let them see me cry.
Mocking me for the fact that I can feel.
Instead I turned cold.
I am only warm to those I care for and those who have thawed my heart.
The rest can leave.
They were never there in the first place.
YOU ARE READING
ⓝⓞⓝ-ⓔⓧⓘⓢⓣⓔⓝⓣ ⓛⓞⓥⓔ (ᴬ ᴾᴼᴱᵀᴿᵞ ᴮᴼᴼᴷ)
PoetryI lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
