I'm coerce to smile .
As the time goes ,
Now I don't know whether I'm optimistic.
Time takes my woe continously ,
I'm exhausted of faking smile.
Its hard to keep on smiling,
When u feel like you're dying.
I tend to show I'm alright ,
Just to hide my injured soul.
It's much better to fake smile,
But it's harder to shed tears silently.
I read bout this "the most painful tears we cried , the tears we cried in silence".
I guess it's true , the one in my throat,
While tears goes down slowly ,
when its hard to breath .
My silence is louder , but none knows .
I'm wating for one above,
But never showed up.
I am seeking a path ,
That leads to space with no regret.
I do strive not to form my own grave,
In solitude copious of wounds .
I will swab my own tears ,
I'm getting tougher through all this time.