Category : Poems

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She pretends she's happy, 
She's not .
Truth be told she's broken
Shattered. 
Like a piece of glass, 
Her millions of pieces lay,
Scattered.
Every time she picks herself up,
She falls back.
She crys at night,
That's when her demons come, 
The nightmare begins. 
Until morning hits, 
Then she moves on,
Almost as if she forgot,
But she never does. 
She's alone, 
And she knows the feeling,
Of falling apart,
She's past that now, 
Now she's learning a new feeling,
The feeling of suicide,
That damned overcoming feeling,
The feeling that you can't hide,
That urge to put a gun to her head, 
And scream "I'll never be broken again" ,
But she don't have the guts,
She has only a broken soul,
It's cold here , 
In the alone.