trauma drama
shooting falling shining
the drama of the trauma
is my traumatic drama
I tell myself it was a play
where I was playing lead
curtains in yellow
silent laughing tears
horror in my dreams
you thought I was okay
since I always laughed and smiled
but inside I was gone
drowned in tears
covered in dust
I knew that my smile was my only way out
I didn't want my hands to burn
I didn't want my bones to grind
so I laughed
today I smile when I fall on my knees instead
when people dies
or when I am alone
the only time I cry
is when you say
a funny joke
or
that you love me.
Poetry by C-F Haegring
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Written on 2011-03-20 at 08:06
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