Can't you see I'm crying
Myself to sleep every night?
Can't you see I'm drowning
In darkness with no light?
Can't you see the smile on my face is fake?
Or is it too hard of an idea
For your brain to make?
Can't you see I'm dying
And no one is saving me?
Can't you see it in my eyes,
That my suicidal thoughts
Are becoming a
Reality?
My little secrets are
Coming
Out.
YOU ARE READING
Am I Good Enough Now?
PoetryDepression really sucks, and believe me I would know. So these are the poems of what goes on in my mind, even if I don't say them out loud. Sorry if you don't like them. *Trigger warning*
