Hey, love
I'm sorry if I hurt you -
if it means anything, I still think of you,
every time I wake and before I sleep.
But, I can't tell you how I feel,
for I know it's the last thing you want,
so whenever you ask how I'm doing,
I'll always reply with,
"I'm fine/good"
and never,
"I don't know, I'm kinda missing you a lot and regret what I did greatly..."

I wish I didn't know how that feels.
I wish I didn't know how a lot of things feel.

My poems are like night and day.
One happy the next sad.
One full of hope and light.
The next one dark and depressing.
Night and day.
Light and dark.
Hope and agony.
There is no in between.

You make a mask over time,
Slowly working it to perfection,
Smoothing out the bumps and wrinkles.
Fixing the cracks and adding to the paint.
When you wake up the first thing you do is put on your mask,
When you go to sleep you take it off.
Some days it feel heavy.
Sometimes you take it off when you are alone and let the tears flow,
But then you hear someone coming closer and you quickly put it back on.
Under it your about to break,
About to crumble and fall to the floor.
But on the outside you smile and laugh.
Some people can see the mask,
But most don't bother.
Quickly put your mask on or they might see you!

I have a problem and I don't know how to tell you.
I wanted to say it in person.
But I couldn't find the words.
So I'll put it here.

I can't ask for help.
I'll be in so much pain that I can barely breathe,
But I can't do it.

I'll have a trouble with a math problem,
But I can't ask you.

I will be curled up on the floor sobbing,
But I'll tell you I'm fine.

It's happening right now.
I have a headache.
But will I ask for a pill?
Nope.

I don't know what to do.
I know it's bad but.
I just can't.
Sorry.

The threat that I'm gonna relapse is hanging over me
Like a dark cloud
I shiver knowing that I could fall
Off the small ledge I have made myself
At any moment I could take up
The blade that has done so much damage
I'm okay
For now
But will I be a week from today?