my poems

poem I

I want to scream and cry,
I want to break down and sob.
I want someone to know how I feel,
To know the chaos in my mind.
My prayers go unanswered,
My pleas for help unheard.
Why won't anyone notice,
That I'm not doing too good.

My head hurts, It's all too loud,
Mom, dad, are you proud of me now?
I'm so sick of living,
But I can't face death.
What good am I to anyone,
When I can't even help myself.
Dad says I think too much,
He doesn't understand.

I fall asleep at night,
And hope I don't wake up.
But I always do,
I have to.
I don't know why,
But I have to.
I often dream of death,
The sweet silence is tempting.
The promise of peace,
Or at least to stop all this.

I want to scream and cry,
I want to break down and sob.
I want someone to know how I feel,
To know the chaos in my mind.
That's okay though,
I'll just smile and fake it.
Every single day.