Everything's great, Everything's fine.
Do you all really believe this lie?
The way I'm feeling I can't define.
All I know is I just want to continue to cry.
Maybe the tears will wash away the depression.
But I think it will always be hiding inside of me.
Writing these poems is like making a confession.
What my actions will be is never a garuntee.
I don't think anyone will ever really understand.
I've lost all hope and black is always what I view.
I'm not sure where in this world I even stand.
I feel like everything I say is so untrue.
I wonder if at times like this I could just disappear.
Get away from all the things going wrong.
My screams of disappoint no one would hear.
I do'nt think there will ever be a time when I can stand strong.
I've never been able to deal with everything I go through.
I've always felt the need to turn to the razor blade.
None of what I"m feeling is something new.
I will not confide in anyone for fear of being betrayed.
I'm stuck alone in my own world of hate.
I don't want to bring anyone else into this place.
More of what I feel constantly is all it would create.
For the people I've done this too I feel disgrace.
