Problomes

Life taken for granite once again. take all of the things you love. Ripping them from heart. Leaving you with nothing and no one.

You cry. No one sees you. You scream. No one hears you. your problems on your mind. Problems are all that make up this world. problems are the problems of suicidal thoughts.

That’s how I feel today. That’s how it goes. lonely, afraid, fell as if I’m just a hopeless case. I remember once, when it all seemed so clear. As if I could do anything. But now I’m left here dieing. Rotting away all because of meaningless problems.

I blame it on my self. I blame it on you. no matter who done it to me. I’m left here, alone, cold, and scared.

A fake smile on my face. A broken heart in my chest. A soul far from happy in this place.

The scores of my problems only I know. its deep down inside were no one will ever go. It’s a part of me I rarely show.

It’s the other side of the mirror, my other half that’s not so clear. I’m afraid this feeling deep down inside is something I cannot explain.

My broken heart has triggered this thing. The source of all my problems the one that makes me sting.

If you would look into my eyes you would see. The part deep down inside of me.

You would see a broken heart. a shattered soul.

but there’s are my problems not your. I keep them hidden as so not to show scars.

My last words. You have to know. I’m not ok. I’m not fine. A feeling deep down inside has taken all my pride. In time just maybe. I’ll find a way. Lock it up. Throw away the key. But in life, what are we when we cant even face our own problems. Because we are too ashamed that we might start crying........