Don't

A cry for help

I don't want to be here, I don't want to live.

I don't want you to see me biting my lip,

to keep in the anger to keep in the tears,

that I have held in all these long years.

You tell me I'm pretty, you tell me I'm smart.

But that's not what I take to heart.

Because if you could see, you'd understand.

I'm not really who I say I am.

Author's Note

This poem isn't based on my personal feelings. It's just recently a friend of mine lost someone and it was hard to watch her struggle, I tried putting myself in her shoes and ended up creating this poem. So no need to freak out and think I'm all depressed.