I'm living with pain every day,
trying my best to cope. Nobody
seems to understand fully that
we all live with scars from the past,
and some of us have bigger scars
than others. I try to hide my pain
under a brave front, but sometimes
it all just crumbles and I'm left alone
with my tears and terror of myself.
I wake up and try to struggle through
a day, hiding my sorrow so that nobody
else will ever see how much my past
Everyone has a bad past - mine simply
kills me. Every day I wake up is another
day when I'm dying inside.
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