I may look fine,
But really im dying
All this pain of mine,
I just feel as though im lying,
Just lying to myself,
About how I truly feel.
My worries are about my health,
As recently I haven’t had one single meal.
My appetite has slowly faded,
And with that I fear for my life,
My mental health has degraded;
I just want to end this with a knife.
But its not that easy, as I care too much,
About the people around me.
I just have too much of a soft touch.
I wish it would not be.
But Im just stuck in this loop of pain,
All my thoughts racing around my head.
How can this be humane;
I just don’t want to wake up from my bed.
But I don’t want to go back to my destructive ways,
As I feel as though its basically suicide;
Just letting my life go up in a blaze.
But this emotionality is locked up inside.
So that no one can truly see,
How pathetic I can be.