The Sad Life - Poem by sarah wilksch
pretending to be happy when deep
down inside your dying.
Lying to your friends about how you feel
when all you wanna do is cry.
pretending to love life
when you really hate it.
feeling hated by those you care
so much about it.
realising you can't do anything
feeling dead inside.
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