Almost a poet

Knowing

You'll never know of the tears I cry,

You'll never know how little I try,

You'll never know I want to die,

You'll never know till I say goodbye.

You won't hear the sobs from me,

You won't know how sad I'll be,

You won't feel my need to be free,

You won't ever try to see.

Because if I ever did admit,

How I'm crumbling bit by bit,

You'd wish you could forget each slit.

Knowing changes things doesn't it?