Truth is, I don't like sharing stories.
Whenever I do, tears keep falling.
I stay quiet to let them at peace,
But the truth is, I am aching.
I never ever share my feeling,
Nor my experience as a person.
So I just continue pretending,
Without you, knowing my reason.
Truth is I'm slowly dying,
To the point that I think about suicide.
This is my heart saying,
"Why does anyone leave my side?"
I can't bear telling you how I feel,
It makes my heart hurt and weaker.
So I show everyone I got a heart of steel,
But truth is, I'll be just broken forever.
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Raid's Short Poems
PoetryYo bruhs! So this is where I'll be posting all my poems so you can read it anytime anywhere. Different kinds of genres will be found in here. Hope you enjoy reading!
