I smile and laugh along with friends
When really, i just want to cry
My friends laugh along with me
And I only seem ecstatic
This Is Me
When I get home, we yell and scream
I run to my room and cry
I fight the temptation to hurt myself
As i do not want to lose any more
This Is Me
At night I lie awake
Terrified of losing the little I have
In the morning, i cover my dreary eyes
And put on a new smile
This Is Me
I think about my blood pain and death
Wanting the knife to cause these
I do not fear, but accept death
And I shall, yearning for soon, become it

Comments
skinner_jennifer | October 23, 2010 - 14:55
Hello lyssagurl_101,
This is a strong dramatic piece. So sad to be
feeling so hopeless, reading about wanting to die.
So much saddness in your words.
I hope it's just a poem.
Jenny.
lyssagurl_l0l | October 23, 2010 - 20:25
its just a poem now, when i wrote it, though, i was serious. thank you for the comment jenny!! :D
~:)alyssa(:~