I try I try but I can not feel
Pain, My only friend
The only thing that is real
I watch friends having fun
and I join in the glee
With a flip of a switch
I cant breath I must leave
I put on my mask
Pretend to care
Walking a earth I do not wish to share
How I long for the manic days
When all in the world is right
intriguing and beautiful
It is quite a delight
Then it flees from me as quick as it came
So I drown my sorrows until I forget my own name
The words I have writ can not express how It feels
To live day after day with a wound that will not heal
About the Creator
Taraigh White
I am a 32 years old. I like to read, listen to music and dream. Sadly all I have done since high school is dream but at some point you have to grow up. I am working while trying to start my own business. I write poetry as an outlet.
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