Literature
The Truth Hurts
There are many differences,
Between the two of us.
These feelings remain the same.
As tour love fades and hearts break,
Tears of our fears are shed.
We attach to the strong
Broken by the weak,
Neither of us knew differently.
Those quiet thoughts remain unshared,
Unspoken and untold.
The silence murdered us,
In the end.
And now as these feelings pile together,
The few questions arise a
As we beg for answers:
Why me?
Why us?
How long will I have to do this?
Keep this charade?
Will anybody care?
Does anyone care?
How long will I hold on to this,
Alone?
The ugly thoughts deepen inside,
As the truth arises these scars begi