My Dark Poetry

Breaking Down

I fall to the floor,

As the words settle in,

Tears run down my face,

As I wonder why am I even here?

Why do I continue to live,

If all I can think about is the pain,

I'm breaking down,

But no one can see,

Past the walls I built around myself,

They can't see past the mask,

Or how fake my smile is,

No one will ever know the truth.

I'm breaking down,

And all they do is act like I'm not here.

I always wonder,

Maybe if I wasn't here,

Would they be the ones breaking down,

Or would they continue not to care?