Pain
What's the point in doing this
the pain will never go
wearing long pants and long sleeves
so no one will ever know
under this ''happy'' mask I constantly wear
Im suffocating
It's getting hard for me to bare
i wish i could tell everyone how i feel
instead i find different ways to deal
every night instead of crying myself to sleep
I stay awake to puke after I eat
suicide notes always scattered across the floor
but i never follow through
with a hope that chance will knock at the door
a chance at a good non-hurtful life
a chance to love myself and forget the knife.
-----------------------------------------to my homie hang in there!!!!-----------------------------
Copyright © Darleen Bilyeu | Year Posted 2009
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