I don't know why I still bother to try.
Depression's fingers dig into my skin, they pull me apart, they pry.
At times like this I question why I still try.
I no longer feel.
The numbness wraps around me like a noose around a neck.
I have both feet in the grace.
Still, I put on a smile,
though it is not sincere.
I have become pathetic.
But don't be sympathetic.
These 'teenage phases' make me authentic.
I carry a lie everyday.
That my life is so happy and gay.
But in reality my life is gray.
At times like this,
I don't know why I still bother to try.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Tears
PoesíaThis is a book of my poetry pieces. I hope you enjoy and possibly get inspired by these poems. Please do not re publish these poems without getting my permission first.
