Confessions

everything in this poem is true

Truth is:

I hide behind a plastic smile

I hate myself and my life

I haven't truly been happy, at least not for a while

I always run back to the blade or the knife

My father seems to hate me and I can't say I don't know why

I sit in the dark and cut my wrist and try not to weep

But the truth is at night I can not help it, and I cry myself to sleep

My identity disappears within my hazel eyes

and every time I laugh, its just another lie

The truth, the truth, oh what about the truth?

it lies behind my tears

The truth is for many years and coming years

I've suffered from great depression

This is the truth I swear to you, this is my Great Confession. 

   

Author's Note

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