Poems

Lies

I'm tired of crying, sick of trying

I may be smiling, but inside I'm dying.

I won't admit it, it's easier to lie

To hide the hurt and emptiness I feel

And smile instead of cry.

I don't want them to worry about me,

They wouldn't understand

Know one knows the way I feel,

When I've got a blade in my hand.

I don't want to die, I don't do it for that

Just want to push the pain aside,

And to forget about the lies.

They ask me if I'm alright?,

I reply with 'I'm ok'

And even though I may be crying,

They believe what I say.

Instead of scars and crying,

They hear laughter and smiles

Because the truth is;

People only see what they want to see.