You've probably been asked at least one of these questions, once in your life...
Why do I always say I'm sorry?
Because i was once told I never apologise.
Why do I hide things?
Because the truth will be used against me.
Why do I always listen to music?
Because it encourages me when nothing else can.
Why am I always smiling?
So that I can encourage those who can't.
Why do I cry myself to sleep?
Because the darkness will hide my exposed soul.
Why are my friends so weird?
They're not, they're just real.
Why don't I often say I love you?
Because the first person who said it back was lying.
Why do I seem like I always talk nonsense?
Because my real thoughts are too deep for shallow personalities.
Why can't I just make friends at my new school?
Because I don't want my old friends to be come strangers... who know all my secrets.
Besides, the pain of losing them might be too much!
Why do I hate it when guys/girls size me up?
Because none of them give a damn about my personality.
Why do I love writing?
Because it's the only way my true voice will be heard.
Why do I have trust issues?
Because the people I trusted completetly ditched me like stale pizza!
Why don't I just stick to one 'bestie' ?
Because I only have one life to love as many people as possible.
How do I stay strong?
*write your own answer in the comments :)*
Why don't I tell anyone these things?
Trust me, I want to... I just can't!
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The Hiddens of a Heartbreak
Poetry"People ask what love feels like. Well, have you ever looked at the sun? And thought about it's radiant beauty? That can never be dimmed... or so you thought. And then you meet the one. And you see how the sun reflects in their eyes, creating a medl...
