Trying to pretend is the hardest thing for me.
Laying on my bed, trying to comfort my nap on the pillow, staring at the ceiling, closing my eyes. Again. And again.
and the second hardest thing for me is to share my sadness with my family.
I suck at it.
and here I am.
eyes closed.
No, I am not sleeping.
The most hardest thing for me, Pretend.
Yes' I was doing that.
Pretending to be asleep.
But I wasn't.
There was this tears, the invisible tears behind the closed eyes.
The Invisible Tears.
this poem is pretty good...i know sometimes its hard to share feelings with your family but since you are writing poetry you are responding to your emotions in a healthy way! keep writing!!
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