Sad Tales

I've lived to tell all my sad tales
With a smile cause I only hurt from inside
That's why it's hard to tell tell
If I'm being true or I've got something to hide 

I've found pieces of me that I thought I'd lost
But this time they didn't sit right when I pieced myself back
It left me with the question "At what cost"
Cause I was killing myself hoping to get it all back 

I've seen how with years I'm fading to the dark
Cause I lose my glow smiling 
Hoping that somehow it would spark
Something in the world so that it keeps going 

I've tried to accept maybe change is part of me
Saying that maybe it's okay not to be whole
That what remains is still me
But I know that they see through those holes 

I've lived to tell my sad tells
That's already more than what I'd wished for
Most people don't live to tell the tales
Cause they wait for the right moment, 
something they never had before 

The PO£T
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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