Alright

It's 12:45 am and I can't sleep. I'm incredibly sad and I've talked 3 people out of sucidide. If only I can talk myself out of it too.

I don't want my friends to see how I really am

I hate lying to them

But I don't want them to see how the kiss of a knife touches my arm every night

Or how my own mind is killing me

Or how my hope has faded

Or how the darkness took me

Because when they ask if I'm ok
I lie
And say
I'm fine
When I'm really not alright

Author's Note

It's midnight so it's probably shitty. I changed a couple words around because I thought they sounded better.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Darkness liked the loneliness. When we find dark peace and need blood spilled to be alive. A private place. I liked the poem. Felt like a private thought brought to life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote