i’m real..
you won’t see me
happy and jolly
all the time..
but you won’t hear me
complain about
not being fine..
i have my share of days
i don’t feel like
getting out of bed..
putting on a fake smile
nor care about
my appearance or have
an appetite..
i’ll want to do nothing
but let my heart cry..
i know it won’t
solve anything
but it helps me heal
everything i am feeling
on the inside..
and sometimes the pain
is too unbearable
i cannot help but
wish to die..
i try to find
the strength to
bring myself back
from the ledge
i know all too well..
for i’ve stood on it
too close to the end
more times than
i could count..
yet somehow
always find my way back
following the light
that brings me back to life..