secrets

Someone once told me secrets are necessary, but no one told me secrets get you broken hearted.

I hate secrets

I HATE SECRESTS,

not than anyone will ever know.

I have so many secrets

so many I wish I didn't have

so many I wish I never kept

so many and no one will ever know everyone

no one will know how many tears I cried

how many times I cried

how many times I cried so hard I wrapped my self up into a ball for hours

no one will no the pain I went through and the reason for these tears.

And I thought I had someone to share my tears with to share all my secrets with

but I see that she doesn't know the hurt in the secrets like I do

and it sucks cause I really wish I had someone that is true.

now as I cry myself to sleep and wish for a person to share my secrets

and  I also wish she could be the one I share my secrets.

This poem is about: 
Me

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