My Friends Are Starting To Notice

My friends are starting to notice,

The mask is finally slipping.

In this head has always been a dark little place,

But that shadow has started to spread,

Down, through every limb.

In a way, it’s nice they care.

 

I tell my Friends I’m I fine, just like Ross,

While I knock back another Margareta.

But that drink is the only thing that feels right,

That warmth helps me laugh.

But then, there’s too much.

 

The one person I want to see me,

Doesn’t seem to notice.

He would be angry to read this,

Would ask why I never said.

But honestly, I don’t know,

Maybe, I don’t care.

I don’t know what happened to us.

 

I listen to the words of an angel.

“Happiness isn’t in the having,

it’s just saying.”

But if I knew the words to speak,

I wouldn’t be this way.

I’d scream them, until my throat was raw.

 

Somedays I don’t get out of bed,

Don’t even leave my room.

Don’t dress,

Don’t eat,

Just stare at the wall.

 

I fear for what the future may hold.

I’ve always said I would never,

But recently I’ve wondered, if maybe I could. 

Author's Note

I wrote this when I was in a bad place. Thankfully, I'm not there anymore.
But still wanted to share my words :)

Reviews

[JMaster1]

Its a good read and I am glad you are in a better place now,
No shame you had to hide, no mask you had to put on
You did right, you doing right now too