Words Unspoken

I'm suffocating in my own pain but no one can tell,
I'm all smiles when you see me, I guess faking really sells.

Crying in my sleep doesn't seem to do any good,
Drowning in my dreams I wish someone understood.

No one really listens when I tell them how I feel,
They are either too busy or just don't know how to deal.

So I talk to myself in a world of my own,
In a field a white clouds and where purple flowers are grown.

It may seem silly to you and it may seem gay,
But if you ever thought of suicide you would feel the same way.

I don't mean to be vain but just put yourself in my position,
How would you feel if there was no one there to listen?

Its like being inside a bubble ready to pop,
You are surrounded by a world that just won't stop.

You can't handle it and no one can handle you,
That's why you isolate yourself in everything you do.

You tell people you're ok but you're dying inside,
You want to tell them the truth but you swallow your pride.

You think that they'll laugh at everything you say,
Nothings important so you seal it away.

But at one point those feelings have to show,
The emotional ones that I'm letting ya'll know.

You may think this is a joke but its coming straight from my heart,
I'm slowly picking up the pieces that have once falling apart.

Just look into my brown eyes they are not just here for show,
If you look closely enough my secrets you'll soon know.

But what if I close my eyes will my secrets fade away,
Like my soul in the wind that slowly drifts astray?

They say pictures are worth a thousand words but I don't think its true,
If you didn't know all this about me wouldn't that be more deceiving too?

Well I wouldn't know just take a look at me,
I'm finally letting everything out like setting a dove free.

It takes weeks to learn to fly but seconds to form a shell,
Like a shield surrounding all those secrets you didn't ever tell.

You shouldn't keep those secrets because you will never know,
The ones that you love could just vanish and go.

Six friends put to rest because of all of this,
All those secrets I didn't tell ended up bleeding on my wrists.

I regretted it and I know you would too,
Hearing your mother cry isn't nice to go through.

So learn from my mistakes any way that you can,
Just tell someone how you feel it doesn't have to be a friend.

Anyone who will listen is what I would say,
A few steps at a time and you'll be ok.

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