All lies

I sit in a room full of silence.
Crying on the inside.
Smiling on the out.
Wishing the lies would stop.
Wishing death would stop whispering in my ear.
"Do it. No one would care and if so, so what. They'll get over it!"
Praying to a God who hardly exists anymore.
That this pain will soon end.
Maybe if I drink my pain away.
I'll slip into the devils "death coma."
Would it even matter if I did?
Would anyone even care?
The lies that know me.
Know me better then I know myself.
Know the real me.
Tell me I can't make it.
Will never make it.
I'm sick of this life.
I wish it would be over.
I wish I'd rest in peace.
But I fear even in death I wont R.I.P
This is all her fault!
All I want is to live normally.
But then again who really is normal?
Maybe if I close my eyes it'll go away.
Maybe if I tell myself lies of the truth.
It'll go away.
Will it?...Will it?
Maybe?...No?
Yes?...All lies.
Nothing but lies...
All lies...All lies...

Author's Note

Okay, so I was very depressed when writing this...so what.

Reviews

[J.M]

Amasing poem - i can definitely identify with this, particularly the first three lines. Good job!

[Isericanormal]

i can relate to this. still going through it. very well written. great job! :)