Tired of talking
Revealing what's got me down
No one helps
No one realises it's worse than they see
Tired of lying
Of being selfish and pessimistic
But that is who I am
So don't ask about me
I don't want to tell you
Not anymore
Now I just want to fall and be left
I think it's too late, don't grieve
I should reach out
Open up, ask for help
I know, I really should
Because my bad gets worse every day
And I know you'll cry to see me this way
But I don't believe in help
In being saved
I've been alone all my life
No friends, family or celebrity can really fill that hole
No one knows the true me
No one knows what keeps me going
And no one knows what breaks my will
No one knows me at all
I'm tired of fighting to keep you happy
When you don't notice me bleed
I know the truth and I know the end
Always invisible, I'll slip away quietly
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On A Cliff: Vol. #9
PoetryYou have to make a lot of decisions in life, and each story leaves it's mark on you. But not every decision is easy or simple. Sometimes it feels like you're on a cliff, and could fall either way at the slightest push. Eventually, you get tired, but...
