I may talk, joke around or laugh with you. But you don’t know the number of pain i hide deep inside!
My eyes, they shine so bright but you never see my tears, rolling down my face, along with a torn heart.
So many things inside, looking for a soul to share my sorrow with. Yet nobody claim to hear!
That nobody is loneliness!
I feel like a perforated rose whose petals had withered and faded into a monochromatic dust.
Talking in vain, crying for help.
In the end, it’s me against myself!
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
I may talk, joke around or laugh with you. But you don’t know the number of pain i hide deep inside!
My eyes, they shine so bright but you never see my tears, rolling down my face, along with a torn heart.
So many things inside, looking for a soul to share my sorrow with. Yet nobody claim to hear!
That nobody is loneliness!
I feel like a perforated rose whose petals had withered and faded into a monochromatic dust.
Talking in vain, crying for help.
In the end, it’s me against myself!
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