Random writings

I'm no poet, I'm no writer, but sometimes, things come into my mind; blossoming in moments of solitude, and I have to take them out of me:


Pain

Every faked smile is like a dagger into me
Pain is so real I feel like my heart will tear apart

Hold on! Have to keep myself together!

Life is real
Pain is even more

Can't hold to it
It's hard to move on
I feel like screaming
I really don't feel fine
I simply want to
YELL
But I know no one can hear me cry.

But don't misunderstand me:
I don't ask for your pity,
your reassuring of "it will be good", "fine", "ok"
It just cannot be.