At day,
I smile
At night,
I cry
Soaking my pillows;
with tears
I laugh with people;
At night I become sober
My mind is restless;
in a state of confusion
attempt to commit suicide
I act strong;
in physical
but in secret;
I am sad
I need to leave a happy life
A fake smile;
I give
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Author:
D\'Poetic Princess (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Suicide may end the drunkenness but to awake with a hangover and to what? A sad piece that leaves little hope. Stay drunk I say, it matters not what reality is only what you feel. Nicely written
Thank you so much
You are most welcome
A permanent solution was a temporary feeling never seemed correct to me, but these feelings are still valid. Strong poem, what is real what is fake?
Hmm true
Thank you so much
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