There are things I want to tell you.
About how I hate my being,
how breathing has become too much of a burden,
how much I want to end my life.
I want to tell you
about the crippling sadness I feel.
My occasional self harm,
they happen much more often lately.
I want to tell you about my anxiety
and recurring depression.
But every time I try,
you just smile so much
like an angel.
And who am I to ruin that smile?
Then I realize,
That it's better to keep everything
to myself.
And let you be.
Because at some point,
I think it's very wise
that I keep it this way.
To suffer alone
than to share my demons
with you.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
