Page 23 - Written Feelings

Only sometimes

I only want to die sometimes
The other times I want to cry
So I'm either witting rhymes
Or wishing that I would die

Smiling seems to be a chore
When I frown I feel at home
And so, when I close the door
Ignore it, leave me alone

I sleep cause I'm done with life
But too much of a coward to end it
I can never pick the knife
And space my skin out like an indent

I'm a fraud behind a mask
Everyone assumes I'm good
that’s my answer when they ask
I hide my tears under my hood

My darkest thoughts behind a joke
My screams at night behind a smile
My beat-up soul between the smoke
My cut-up heart among my style

Suicide is not a choice
Only cause I'm not that tough
so, I live hearing the voice
Telling me I'm not enough