I wish people would notice my bad days
But then again, how could they?
I talk, laugh and listen in my most calculated ways
Only to cry at night about not being ok
I long for someone to notice the signs
The signs I try my hardest to mask and hide
Even when I go out of my way to cross al lines
No one sees it as a sign that Im not alright
I know I should talk, but I'd rather not
I never learned it's truly ok to ask for help and support
Hidden pain and silent tears are all that I've got
So I often live my life thinking it will be short
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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...
