Poems. My storys into words.

#28

The guilt is eating me alive.
I can't put how I feel into words.
I'm lying to everyone by saying I'm fine.
The words roll off my tongue so easily.
I guess that's why you all believe it so easily.
Can you not see behind the lie, the mask I put on, do you not see I'm dying.
How my feelings are eating away at my skin, and I can't just seem to get out of this ditch.
I'm constantly dragging my self, I am a walking corpse.
I feel so much at once and nothing at all.
I am lonely but I can't bring myself to talk to anyone, because no matter who it is I still always feel so alone.
Like no one understands anymore.
The person I was a year ago is not the person I am now.
Now I am a rotting girl who wishes she could die in a pool of her own tears because that seems better than being here.
Maybe I'm too much to understand.
Maybe that's why everyone seems to leave.