As the darkness of the night takes over,
I stay shackled to my bed with fear.
The insomnia eats away at my battered mind,
And the relentless anxiety chokes me.
But people can't see the war inside,
A facade we are forced to hold by our own insecurities.
We never let our weakness show,
But we torment ourselves with what could've, would've, should've been.
As I clench my teeth and fight the cold fingers,
Of fear, sadness and loneliness.
All I think about is how they would react if they knew,
what hell we went through.
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The right side of a wrong one
Poetry"Happiness is a cloud that passes by in a blink. It is, indeed, the most cruel comfort." All of the poems and writings in this book are based on real life dilemmas and experiences of people that have confided in me and gave me permission to write ab...
