I don't know means so many things.
But when you ask me if I'm fine,
And I say I don't know
It means that I'm not.
If you ask me what's wrong,
And I say I don't know,
It means that I'm depressed.
But you don't see any of that.
I can't cry,
It hurts to cry.
So I guess you'll never know,
Because I'll never be able to tell you,
That I'm dying slowly.
And you'll hate me if I die.
I never told you,
But I've tried,
So hard
To tell you.
To my best friend,
I'm sorry I couldn't tell you.
You always think I'm fine and happy.
It's not your fault,
I hide it well,
I played my part,
You are the only part of my life that means anything to me.
You've been there since the day we met.
Even though we're not the typical type of best friends,
We love each other.
We may not say it but it's true.
It's sad that we've known each other for so long and I can't tell you.
You don't know how sorry I am.
Before I die I will write down this account name.
And I hope you see this.
I'm making these poems not only for me but for you too.
You can know what I didn't tell you.
