Expressing Me

In The Dark

It's funny how people have temporary happiness,

It's going to last a while before everything turns bad,

They should be awaiting the downfall of their hope,

And miss the love and laughter they once had.

How can people not notice

The depression others go through?

A smile plastered on their faces,

Never knowing what's true.

I look at you and I envy your life,

You don't have those sorrowful feelings of mine,

You don't have to fake smile

And pretend that everything's fine.

While all you guys are out,

Partying on a saturday night,

I stay alone in my room

Telling myself everything's alright.

Of course I don't believe myself,

I don't know what to believe anymore,

All I know is that I cut myself to feel alive,

And stare at the blood dripping onto the floor.

I ask myself mentally,

Why am I doing this?

I'm so sensitive,

Soft as a gentle kiss.

Everyone expects me to be happy,

Am I not allowed to show how I feel?

Without your support or love,

How do you expect me to heal?

Oh how I wish I was born into another's life,

Could I be free of the misery that holds me down?

Will my face ever again have a true smile?

Or will it be stuck on a miserable, frozen frown?

Scared and worried of expressing myself,

I convert my feelings onto paper,

I reveal my emotions to others

But atleast I feel a bit better.