astrophile

~Poem 036~

You know you're lost

When people start to search for you.

And, you know you're gone,

When those same people,

Stop searching,

And leave you be.

Because you will shut them out;

'Oh, for the millionth time, I'm fine.'

You would say.

But you do that to see if they really care,

Begging them to see past the fake smiles and fake laughs and fake encouragements and everything else that's covering up all that pain that you hide within yourself.

You want them to see through that fake joy, and catch you at the end, before you fall away forever.