“Don’t tell them anything.”

“I think I found hell.

It’s getting hard.

Someone told me it’s not too late.

It’s not too late to start;

To start again.

Did you know?

It’s hard.

It’s hard to start again.

It’s hard to move on.

It’s hard to keep it all inside.

It’s hard to fake a smile;

To keep a straight face.

But in the end,

You do it everyday.

You wake up early.

You sleep early.

You’re perfect.

And then you fall;

You fall inside your fragile pride.

You are breaking.

The night is long.

The heart is bleeding.

You’re dying slowly.

And then you admit it.

“We’re gonna die.”

But, a thought runs in your mind.

It’s getting dark when you decide;

You decide to kill it earlier.

The last part of yourself.

You will kill it.

You will throw it;

You will throw it in a lake.

And then,

It’ll snow.

The lake will get colder.

And it will freeze.

One more time.

I think,

You whispered something yesterday.

Before you disappear.

“Don’t tell them anything, please.”



3 Comments Add yours

  1. it’s SO hard to fake a smile. It’s what our culture demands that we do. I hope we can keep writing and standing up for ourselves and say this is how we feel, dammit, we won’t fake a smile for you. Also, I really like your title, “girl with the blue balloon.”

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    1. stavroylaki says:

      You’re so right dear…
      Thank you. The title its from the song “Female Robbery” by The Neighborhood. Such a great band. C:

      Liked by 1 person

      1. I’ll have to check them out!


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