Sometimes I am not happy, yet, I always smile.
It seems as if I'm fine, but my soul says otherwise.
Each day I go, people don't seem to see,
I am being sucked in, literally suffocating.
I can't go on. I can't go on.
Is what I tell myself.
I try not to die, and people say I need help.
It's no fun being different among the rest,
All the teasing and manipulating surely gets me upset.
They push me to the edge, for me to raise that knife.
When I really don't, but want to, give up my life.
But don't worry, I'll be alright.
Is what I tell myself.
It will be over, all of this will be over,
When I win the war, and never look back at all the wicked people, who once hurt me, over my shoulder
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PoetryThese poems are made from my heart. I did not use the internet, nor did I follow or copy off of someone's poem. These poems are special to me, they're not professional as others but they make me happy and they mean so much to me. I'm happy to share...
