My smile isn't real any more.
I dont think it ever was.
I feel broken.
Like every part of me is lost.
I dont want to be here anymore.
I think to escape.
To escape home.
I crave freedom.
Not freedom to party or to drink.
Freedom to breathe with out feeling breathless.
To feel like I'm not drowning.
Freedom.
Help me.
How do I tell someone that I'm not ok.
That I need help.
My face is expressionless.
Your voice makes my soul wilt faster than a rose in winter.
It makes me feel like I'm dying.
I wish I was.
So you could realize what you lost.
So you could realize your killing me.
You don't even know I write.
You wouldn't care anyway.
© peace