Yeah, I smile.
But you know why?
To hide my tears,
To not start cry.
That's why I smile and laught
like a stupid idiot.
To hide the dark thoughts,
running through my head.
But that's just until I go to bed.
Everything starts there,
when no one see.
When no one cares.
I take a knife,
look at the stars.
I make a new wound,
from which i'll have scar.
The blood runs down my hand,
my head is spinning.
I can't even stand.
The dark thoughts are winning.
And I am loosing,
loosing my life,
my blood and my mind.
My soul is ill,
it slowly dies.
I see my friend in my mind,
I see her crying.
Crying about the thought,
that I am dying.
I would tell her,
I am not.
But that would be a lie,
I really slowly die.
YOU ARE READING
The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
