Facade

She can feel it again–
the sadness creeping in.
It's been awhile,
how are you, my dear friend?

Though times have changed
and life's progressed,
she is still stuck
with a hole in her chest.
Naive, little girl,
it didn't last long.
Stop being foolish,
you didn't belong.
To you, it was real
but to him just a game,
one that you lost,
they're always the same.
It'll get better,
though may take awhile.
Wipe your tears, my love,
and put on that fake smile.

The Disposable Ones

They're the kind they can just
walk away from
and never look back.
The kind that doesn't last
and are never kept around.
The kind that are led on
and told beautiful lies.
The kind who believe the best
but expect the worst.
The kind that are real
and feel with every fiber of their being.
The kind who laugh and smile
through their pain and sadness.
All they know is disappointment;
for in the end,
they're just the disposable ones.

Forseen Distress

Weigh me down
this ache I feel
burning inside my chest.
Sinking lower with
every
new
discovery.
Do I even matter?
Am I that disposable?
Did you not hear my apprehension?
I should've known better.
I should've been more guarded.
Why am I surprised though,
for all I've known is disappointment.

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Pieces on the floor.
Seems like I've been here before.
One by one,
it's all undone,
and you can't go back.

Falling to Pieces

She's the girl
with the pretty smile
and contagious energy.
The one who lives life
as an adventure.
Always smiling, laughing–
eyes full of life,
and always on the go.
Outwardly,
she's on top of the world.
Inwardly,
she's broken,
falling to pieces.