Nobody knows the real me
Nobody knows how many times I've sat in my room and cried .
How many times I've lost hope
How many times I've been let down
How many times I've tried to hold back the tears
How many times I've felt like I'm about the snap
But just don't for the sake of others
Nobody knows the thoughts that I've been thru my head whenever I'm sad and how horrible they really are...
YOU ARE READING
the suicide mind
Poetry"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
