Slit my wrists,
Hope to die.
Fake a kiss,
Force out a lie.
Force a grin,
Dry my eyes.
I can't win,
No one hears my cries.
Trapped in my head,
Trapped in my mind.
I wish I was dead,
But I say I'm fine.
They think I'm crazy,
Maybe I am, I don't know anymore.
They call me lazy,
Because I can't be bothered to try anymore.
I'm cracked, falling apart.
My soul is smashed and
I'm not sure how much more pain I can take in my heart.
They wouldn't understand.
I hide my pain with linen and lace,
Cotton and fiber,
A smile on my face.
I'm such a liar.
I'm hurting,
Don't you see?
I'm burning,
In this hellish dream.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
