People see me as a happy person
but secretly I'm crying
they see me when I'm laughing
but not when I'm dying
no one knows what's going on
no one can really tell
it's hard to sleep at night
when all I want is to yell
yet I sit here and listen
about all their fun times
meanwhile I'm sitting here
wondering where is mine
I used to be a happy kid
now what have I become
when no knows the truth
how can I move on
I wish I could tell you
how I actually feel
I think about it day and night
until it becomes surreal
would they care if I were gone?
would they care if I were dead?
these are the constant thoughts,
that come into my head
I can't sleep at all at night
my mind is offbeat
the real question is,
will I admit defeat?
About the Creator
Dana Sheridan
Hi. My Name is Dana and I am 18. I love writing. I mainly enjoy writing things that are emotionally strong and so I tend to lean more towards Poetry. I post most of my poems on Wattpad or instagram but I wanted to do more with it.
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