I’ve been thinking,
About life, about me
About, everything,
Things I do, things I say,
Things I think, how I feel,
How I act and how I speak,
And I realise how much
Of lie, I am, I live a lie,
Never being truly honest,
Because I can’t, and I can’t
Even say how sad I am or
How much, I hurt because
I can’t, and who’d care
And I’m scared, and if
I did, If I were to open
Up and say how I truly
Felt all of the time,
It would hurt to much,
It would be too hard,
I can’t get through,
Life,
It’s too hard to do,
Alone,
I give up.
Sorry if this is a bit attention seeky, I’m not going to **** myself soon so if anyone worries, thank you but I’ll survive