The Fake

by Mitch Dewitt   Nov 10, 2005


I hide my true emiotions
I sit with the drunkin potions

I dont let people know me
I wish i could be set free

S****Y cards is what life deals
I cut my wrist like it has peals

I wear a mask of smiles
But I only get deniles

I cry myself asleep
I wish this last cut would go deep

Im lost in this life
My only friend is a knife

I cant go on any longer
Im growin weaker not stronger

Nothing I do is right
Why strugle and fight

Say my goodbyes
To all these lies

Heven or Hell
God is the one to tell

I put on a front with the guys
But im the only one who knows its lies

I smile cuz the mask is on
I wear it from dusk till dawn

My soul is like a lonly crow
You really dont even know

Im said to say its time to go

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  • 20 years ago

    by Mitch Dewitt

    Mitcy,
    This is Sam. My sister gave me your name and password. Hope thats ok. I really like this poem and if you ever wanna talk, you got my number and email address. I just want you to know, Im here for you. I really like this poem.
    ~Sam

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