I Smile
and I laugh
through my mask
and I tell them
I'm fine
I pretend it's OK
I act like nothing's wrong
That I'm a happy person
Even though I want to die
They tell me they want to help
But I tell them don't NEED help
Though,
I know that is a lie
and I try not to cry
I tell myself that if I keep lying about it
It'll come true
Though I know that's a lie too.
I'm NOT fine
I'm NOT happy
I'm NOT who I seem to be
But
I'm NOT lying when I say
Telling more lies,
Is better than accepting the truth.
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My (Mostly Depressing) poetry
PoetryJust the poems I have written Talks about suicide, suicidal thoughts, cutting, anorexia, and other things. If you can't handle that, don't read.
