People may see you crying,
But they they'll just laugh, see you dying.
Burning your own soul,
like a nutter that makes every laugh harder
A knife that's stuck within for a long time
For a long long time.
Every word stabs her
Every negativity kills her.
why is it so hard to talk to human?
They may hug you, but secretly dags you.
They may hold your hand, but its their shadow that's present.
And they may be with with you even in darkness, but they are a silhouette.
Aw! That is so tragic and sad. Beautifully written!
Thank you!
This is a beautiful poem! I love it. I look forward to seeing more from you
Thank you!