Everything to me

by Rachel Snook   May 9, 2007


Even if I act fine,
Very little things are.
Ending, my world is cracking down
Rather than yours.
You always say
Things will get better,
Hiding in my own sorrow
Inside it’s so confusing.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Giving up on me.

Throwing away the secrets,
Over the lies,

Meaning less words,
Engage my mind.

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