DescriptionSome feelings penned down while i was low.
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I close my eyes to fall asleep, but sleep seems like a stranger. I try to be the happy me, but the fake smiles keep hurting further. Not everything is as it seems, and people aren't who they say they are. Everybody hides some pain, and lies about their scars. Sometimes some people break your walls, You become an open book. They promise to always stick around, but seeing you broken, they are shook. You trust people when you don't want to, cause you are taught to never give up. But ultimately everyone, leaves you, an empty cup. They say "life has its ups and downs, and it always get better" Although for one to reach that stage, is for one to feel better. To feel better when they're sad and blue, to have somebody to hold onto. Its difficult, oh, so truly frustrating, it makes imagination a monstrous being. Its the imagination that makes you joyful, and the imagination giving you sorrow too. The only thing I wish with every breath, is to close my eyes and wait for death.