bri-sama11

Jealousy kills you, With every ache. You keep your mouth shut, Your smile is fake. You say it's okay, When really it's not. It makes you sick, But it's these thoughts you fought. You feel the heat in your shoulders, your hands start to shake, You keep to yourself, as you silently wait. You deal with the pain, with each word you write, Thinking nice thoughts, To help your mind fight. Your stomach is turns, You feel you should die, But you breathe a breath in, and you try not to cry. It's really not bad, this lie that you made, To help you fight through, As the feeling will fade.