Smiling on the outside
While my world is broken
in the inside.
Pretending that this life
is not just pathetic.
Pretending that this human heart is not bleeding.
This broken soul
is crying,screaming memories
killing the dreams
of this confused mind.
Losing the battle,
my mind is tired .
It doesn't want to fight anymore.
It wants to sleep
to find peace.
Lying in this cold,
empty bed
pretending that my past
doesn't hurt anymore.
Fighting day and night
every damn dying minute
of this life.
This broken mind was happy
pretending it could win the war
between my broken soul
and this bleeding heart.
This memories
were just dorman
hiding in the deepest of this mind,
they are waking up
and want to kill this life.
Are you ok?
Everyone ask
While my mind is screaming
and my heart is bleeding,
the only answer I give is...
Yes.
I'm fine...
Because in reality,
no one really truly cares ....
When no one can hear the silent voice of this crying soul.
the screaming
Of this dying heart...
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- Publicado: 2 de febrero de 2025 a las 09:37
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