Smile.
That's what they always say, isn't it?
Smile through the pain.
Smile through the bad times.
But what happens when smiling doesn't work anymore?
What happens when your only means of happiness is found by dragging a blade across your skin?
What happens you want to die so badly it's painful to draw breath in the morning?
What happens when every day is a living death?
When your own mind wants you to die?
They praise you for being strong.
For fighting your demons
When they don't know the truth.
They don't know how much you hate yourself.
How much you wish that you never drew breath.
How hard it is for you to not slit your own throat.
How hard it is to not bleed yourself out on the bathroom floor.
And yet they are still happy.
Because you smile.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems
PoetryThis is just a collection of various poems that I've written over the years Most of them are terrible but here they are. *This is my vent space guys. This is a just so you know note for me*
