The me that you see
Is not really me

The face I put on for you
Is a lie concealing what's true

Perfect, content, happy
All of this is stupid and sappy

Who am I really when no one looks
Depression-suicidal-just some words for the books

I am nothing like how people see me
I hurt and cry every night longing to be free

I want it all to end and I want to die
But there is no way out so I only cry

The pain won't leave so I cut my arm
Maybe I'll feel something from this harm

My soul is empty and my life without hope
My options are few and all lead to a rope

But if I end it all where will I be?
So for now I continue to pretend to be me