Don't look too close. But look closer. Look until you see the pain behind my smiling face. Don't you see how hard I try to push the sadness away with loud laughs? But I'm falling in too deep.
You must think I'm rediculous for not wanting to live, selfish for not thinking about those I might hurt, a fool for letting the Monster take over my sanity until all I can is redness of my anger, and the darkness over my heart.
I scream, but I seem to be the only one who cares enough to hear it. Maybe I'm not worthy of this thing called "love". But please care enough to look closer. Because I'm afraid that I'm driving myself under.
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Knives and Bandages
PoetryHere's to depression, loneliness, being crazy, and being everything that makes you, you.
