my tired eyes
droop
so low
they become so
heavy
like compacted
snow
each day is a
struggle
masked with
joy
sometimes life is the
devil
{ And i'm his useless toy }
everyday people think
my happiness never
ceases
but what i TRULLY
feel
as though
i'm breaking into pieces
with this
breath
i'm here to
say
goodbye to all
those
*who caused pain in my
yesterday.*
