Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)

I tried.

I tried.

I lied though.

No one saw through my mask...

But it was a bad mask.

If you asked me what was wrong, I would only lie once..

No one asked twice.

I'm being petty

And childish

But how could my best friends not see I was lying?

I tried.

I died though

Because I realized they didn't care enough

And that I wasn't needed any more

They have each other,

Perfect and happy

That's all I need

I'm being selfish

But they'll get over me

So this is my goodbye it seems?

They say if a person talks about committing suicide, they are less likely to commit it.

I'm here to say thats wrong

Your more likely

Because then it's like why not.

Then it starts sounding good alright?

Especially if you dont talk about it in real life.

Like on wattpad...

Facebook....

Skype.

Never in real life.

It sounded so good.

I closed my eyes.