If you were me
You'd do the same
Cause I can't take anymore
I'm so ashamed
I stay up late every night
And hide until the morning light
But when the sun rises
My fake smile returns
And I pretend
That I didn't die inside
And cry myself to sleep
The night before.
I put on my act
And perform it in front of everyone
But my room
Knows all of my secrets,
It hides the blades
That bring my destruction
That I take out
Every so often
So they can pierce my skin
Creating a new scar.
3 am
Knows all of my secrets
I barely stay up this late
But when I do
It's a bad sight.
My demons haunt me
As the tears roll down my cheeks
And the blades etch a new tally mark
That will forever be imprinted into my skin.
But I will rise with the sun
A fake smile
As usual
And pretend
That nothing happened
The night before.
And so my routine continues
Wake up
Pretend I'm okay
And then die inside.
It never ends
And it won't
Until I'm dead.
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My Dark Poetry
PoetrySome poems that I write mostly how I feel, I don't know why I'm publishing this I guess I just felt like it. So I hope you at least like them. Please no negative comments. If you have any questions or suggestions please pm me. Yeah so that's pretty...
