two months have passed
And it doesn't get any easier
The pain doesn't subside
The tears don't dry
We merely convince ourselfs to be pleasant
In such a dark world
We force ourselves to be happy
Tell ourselves it'll be okay
Though we know,
At night when we go to bed,
It won't.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
two months have passed
And it doesn't get any easier
The pain doesn't subside
The tears don't dry
We merely convince ourselfs to be pleasant
In such a dark world
We force ourselves to be happy
Tell ourselves it'll be okay
Though we know,
At night when we go to bed,
It won't.
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