It's strange how,
One day I can be fine,
Then the next,
I feel like dying.

Sometimes I get really tired,
Of wearing this fake smile,
I just need to be strong,
For a little more while.

"Mom, is it normal to feel this way?
Like you're empty and worthless,
I'm always pretending,
But I'm utterly mirthless."

"Darling, why do you feel this way?
If there is anything I can do,
I will be here,
I will always love you."

"Thanks, Mom."
Is all I could say,
But what no one knew is that,
I would be dying today.

Feeling this way,
Is absolute agony,
So, I made my way,
And stepped out onto the balcony.

I was tired,
Of my own skin,
And as I leaned over the edge,
On my face grew a grin.

I closed my eyes,
Feeling as great as the sea
So, I leaned some more,
I was finally free.