I post a smile
on my face,
trying to appear
as if nothing's wrong.
It's all a lie,
the happiness,
the trust,
the peace of mind.
Why can't you see,
the pain I feel
inside my dieing heart;
why can't you help me.
I want so much,
for it all to end;
the sadness,
the anger....
These Emotions,
they kill me slowly,
make me wish I could finally leave this world.
I can't.
Although I wish
for the feelings to end,
it doesn't...
and there's nothing I can do about it.
If I want to die,
I wonder,
than why can't I?
Why can't I grab the knife......
and slit my wrist......
or perhaps my throat....
and leave my friends,
and the family I truly have.....
Behind.
Why can't these Emotions end?
Why?
YOU ARE READING
Broken Inside and Out
PoetryJust to be clear, this is poetry, not a story. I'm sorry if you don't like that stuff, but it's what I am writing lately. I will be writing another "story" that's more like a diary. Thanks for reading! Bye! :D -Julliette Dawn
