My heart cries but i shall not let anyone see it
For then they shall question me about how i feel
And I
Am not quite skilled at conveying what wrenches my heart and lays it bare
So allow me to suffer silently and in peace
And say not a word when i am afar
i'll solve your problems but
i don't mend mental wounds
My heart cries but i shall not let anyone see it
i wish no distress on you,
i wish to be strong in your eyes
i wish to be your ideal
Acquaintances, this is not who i am
I am not a bleeding heart but a machine
A machine you see me as ready to dance
Dance and be a novelty.
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Author:
DeadRose (
Online) - Published: July 26th, 2024 15:30
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Comments3
Love it
Putting on a strong face is not always easy. Sometimes dropping the pride is the best way to go. Good write.
"I am not a bleeding heart but a machine
A machine you see me as ready to dance
Dance and be a novelty."
It's scary how much I relate to each and every word....
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