I isolate myself from the rest of the world,
so I don't have to face my fears.
My anxiety rises when I am faced with
anyone who really cares.
I hate to imagine what would happen if I told them
how desperate I am to die
I hate to imagine what they would think when I confessed
that most nights I break down and cry
Yesterday I took a pill from my nightstand,
okay, maybe more like seven or eight,
I just wanted to forget my problems,
I just wanted to be free from this fate.
I hate to imagine what would happen if they knew me,
the real me, not the one they know now,
I hate to imagine what would happen if they found out
that all I wish for is to fall, fall down...
-GS
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Once Upon a Rhyme
PoetryThis is not a poem, it's a cry for help This is not a poem if it can't be felt This is not a poem for you to tell This is my poem. This is my hell. This will be the end of me This is the sway of the willow tree This was the way that you looked at me...
