At Night

I lay awake at night Staring at my wrists Thinking with a blade that they must be kissed. I reach for my phone to tell my friends Goodnight and goodbye But good would be nothing but a lie. I lay awake at night Looking at the ceiling I shouldn't be having these terrible feelings These feelings of hate and anger that take over I'm only 16 and lm still waiting to discover Who I am a fighter or a lover. I lay awake at night Writing this poem Trying to get the feeling of knowing That tomorrow I will put on that fake face again and say "Good morning how lovely to see you today."