My Dark Friend-A Book Of Poems

Deep Breath

Every breath filled with more pain,
Wonder if its just me going insane
Need to play, he told me so,
Im just too tired to even show.

Im getting sick of pride and fame,
Every day is so much of the same
Nobody cares but that's okay,
I know I wrote too much anyway.

It hurts with every breath,
Won't tell you I wish for death
Push through there's so much more,
Wish I could've seen it before.

Pills meant for those who cry,
Medicate so that they will sigh
There's nothing I feel,
Working on the ability to conceal.