Lies

Each time we talk, I want to spill out all my pain,

And explain to you that I'm not doing well,

But every time I try It's like I'm in the rain,

Crying and screaming in my sick mind I call hell.

I wanted to explain that I'm balanced on the edge,

That the smallest incident could end in my death,

My dark life is like a slowly withering sedge,

Though my heart still breaks each time I take a breath.

So instead of telling you that I'm not okay,

I continue to lie and hope that you'll see through,

Yet, the sad thing is you believe me every day,

I guess without your help I will have to make do,