I'm Not Okay.

I tried to kill my pain...

I don't want to be a part of it...

I don't know how to cope..

 

 

I've been told I'm an open book...

Yet I'm hiding the letters...

How come you can read me?..

 

 

You won't understand...

I tried to be pefect for a quiet while...

But now...

My perfection is crumbling..

 

 

I try to act cool...

It's getting harder day by day...

I'm getting it all bottled up inside...

Hidden away from everybody...

No one will get to it..

 

 

Not many have seen the real me...

If you knew the real me...

The depressive one...

Then you'd run away...

Left me bleeding...

I'm not okay..

 

 

My dearest Front, Thank you for saving me..

Author's Note

Ignore Grammar Problems.
Honest Opinion~

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We allow very few inside our mind and soul. No-one know what I want or need. I decided the people closest couldn't understand my desires and needs. I like how you expressed your way of life. It is cool when someone tried to save you. Make us feel not so alone. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote