I hide in my books,
I hide in my words,
I hide in my blade,
I hide in my memories,
And i hide in my music,
Hide,
Hide,
Hide,
That's all I do,
And I'm tired,
Hiding is exhausting,
Pretending is exhausting,
Fooling people is exhausting,
But i don't know how to stop,
Hiding,
And pretending
And fooling people is all i know,
I don't know how to wake up one day and say no,
I don't know how to wake up one day step out from behind my books
I don't know how to wake up one day and turn down the music,
I don't know how to wake up one day and throw away the blade,
I don't know how to wake up one day and not hide,
I do know how to wake up and say I don't want to be like this,
I know how to whine,
I know how to cry,
And I know how to complain,
But it's all silent,
Or drowned out by my music
Or stored in a bookcase with all my other books,
Or hidden like my cuts,
I am tired of hiding,
I just don't know how to stop.
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Shit Happens
PoetryThis is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expe...
