Confessions of a Suicidal Teen

In these poems I write to you the things I cannot say,
they seem to make me feel better and sometimes take the pain away,
I wish to share these with you to see what you will think,
when you see what is like to feel like all you do is sink,
beneath the features happy and fake, is a sad sad sad sad soul,
so here they are; open for you to fill up that bottomless hole.