Poems and such

Fake it

Don't you know it hurts?

It hurts to fake a smile.

I say that I'm fine but really I just want to die.

Maybe jumping off a high building will do just fine.

That way before I go I can really know how to fly.

Or maybe a bullet in my head surely that will make me dead.

Slit my wrist up my arm, that will work like a charm.

I will say goodbye to those sunsets and those good memories, maybe you will understand I did this out of misery.

Please forgive me one day because honey now I'll be on my way.