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This is one of those days where I know i'm dying and that there is a blade in my drawer I just couldn't throw away that coud help to speed up the process Someone asked me how I am so happy all the time they said they wish they could be more like me and god that makes me feel so guilty like i've somehow made a standard in someones life that what I am is happy but they can never attain what I am because i'm a fake smile and one more bad day away from dying because of all the things screaming at me in my head the only ones I clearly hear are the ones telling me to do it
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
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This is one of those days where I know i'm dying and that there is a blade in my drawer I just couldn't throw away that coud help to speed up the process Someone asked me how I am so happy all the time they said they wish they could be more like me and god that makes me feel so guilty like i've somehow made a standard in someones life that what I am is happy but they can never attain what I am because i'm a fake smile and one more bad day away from dying because of all the things screaming at me in my head the only ones I clearly hear are the ones telling me to do it
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
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