I post poems to hide the pains of living.
Behind this screen, I can be whoever I want to be,
And because of that, I choose to be the part of me struggling.
Struggling, struggling because of a missing piece.
The piece that has you in it, the piece that needs you.
This pain seems to grow stronger the longer I am without this piece.
Some days I wake up, incoherent to the life going on around me,
Because I miss you, I miss us, and it slowly eats me alive.
I wish for one second in the world that you could see how weak I am without you.
But yes, I do put on a smile, because the world doesn\'t need to see me struggle,
because I can\'t struggle with this forever,
And eventually, the struggling will be gone and the missing piece will be filled.