The Truth

by schmetterling   Dec 11, 2013


I am not
happy
I am the very opposite
hopelessly numb
drained of will
to make it out of bed.
I am the opposite of
okay
I don't even know what
it means
to be okay
anymore.
it's weird what pain
can change for you
how it can destroy the old you
& create a broken
new one
that looks like you
on the outside
but the inside
lies a beast.

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