Alright

A Poem by Brooklyn

You faked it.
And made it real.
You hurt me.
Now it's hard to heal.
You turned love to hate.
The clouds have covered the sun.
And the stars don't twinkle so bright.
But the hope glows inside me.
And I know I'll be alright.

© 2017 Brooklyn

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Author's Note

Hurtful to hope.

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Manasa.L

It is needed. We have to uplift ourselves and be alright.
There is no one else than us who can understand the pain within and also we are the ones need to overcome it. Not someone. So being Alright is necessary.