sad poetry

seventh

I may seem happy but it's just a lie I've put up to hide my true feelings I'm almost at the end of my rope.. my life seems perfect but I can't be truly happy I've had many days were I've almost downed a whole bottle of pills to try to end my own suffering, I use loud music to stop that but my music can't go to much higher anymore, headaches are a common occurrence from me trying to drown out my suicidal tendencies but it doesn't stop myself from the physical pain I inflicted on myself the music just drowns my salty tears away so Noone finds out...... in the end I will always hate myself for trying to deal with my pain by creating MORE pain and adding scars to remind me constantly about why I'm a failure of a daughter, friend, and human being..... but those scars also help relieve the pain..even if it's for a little bit and I soon decide to stop it completely......