Staring at the sun,
Floating out to sea...
You thought I was okay
But I think the fake smile gave it away...
We are all carrying pain
Big to small...
It starts growing into you
Like an unwanted child...
I used to be a bubbly sprite
I used to know who I was...
Things are okay
currently...
At the time
I gave no thought...
I always thought that being around you would be...
it was supposed to be okay forever...
I listened to the sound of tears again,
as she entered the room and asked...
There are nights I lie in bed,
Staring at the ceiling, covers up to my chin...
The days blend together,
merging into weeks and months...
I will not kill myself,
I said to the little boy...