I try so hard not to hurt anyone
I'm careful with my words
For them, I'm the one who provides the fun
While ignoring all that hurts
I don't know how to explain
Why, for them, I use soft touch
I wish I cared about my own pain
So I wouldn't hurt myself this much
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my darkest hours | poems
PoetrySelf-written poetry that gives an insight on what goes through someone's head when they are at their lowest. ''I sit still in the prime of my darkest hours While my presence seems calm and serene The happiness of my personality overpowers And leav...
