I don't want to write anymore.

As I lay my head back on my pillow
Tears drop down my cheeks
They wash away my smile
Maybe if they'd stop...
My feelings would too.

i'm feeling so sad
but people keep telling me
my life isn't that bad

but i can feel my chest rotting
and my heart is heavy like a rock
it's hard for me to get out of bed
even harder for me to talk

i'm pale and small
and haven't seen the light in ages
i leave my tears on all my journal pages

i'm sad
i'm sad
i'm sad

i want to be okay
but for now
it looks like
the pain is here to stay

I will not write about the way we met
I cannot tell a story that has not reached it's ****** yet

I will not write about the way you make me feel
When words arrive on paper they are in the world to steal

I will not write about the way you changed my mind
When I had decided there was nothing left out there for me to find

I will not write about the way I'm falling far too fast
For when I say these things aloud they never seem to last