My life Full of lonely nights you'll never see The scars on my skin Tell a story no one knows. Nothing matters anymore And I'm not who I want to be So what is the point To keep pushing forward? I'm gone forever At least on the inside And it's crazy that no one could tell If they didn't know me well enough. Even those who have been around Can't see how much I hide And they just think I am happy With a little pass of sad here and there. Slowly I've lost my flair To pretend that I'm not this bad And it keeps going down, down Falling out of my grasp. But if you were to look into my head Anyone would believe me mad But sometimes I'm okay And sometimes the moon shines blue.
I forgot about this poem and I found it mixed into my notes; I wrote it quite a whole ago. Reading this piece reminded me that the I wrote it while at my lowest point in life thus far, and I am beyond grateful to have survive and succeeded that part of my life.