Everyday I must pretend
Just one more day, or 'till the end
I've faked the happiness for the day
I promise it won't stay this way
One day I'll cease to be here
But at least I won't be stuck in the fear
Of anxiety eating me from the inside
One day I will no longer hide
But dear you'll never know
Because I never let it show
The razor was kind to me
A better friend than you'd ever be
So don't grieve when they take control
I've been so lost without my soul
And I've found in death it returns
As my mind rolls and churns
For all of the hope that I've perspired
And the lies that you inspired
YOU ARE READING
Mourning Skies
CasualeDark poetry, slam poetry, love poetry, five word stories, and my deepest thoughts