I drink to my limit then call it quits
Try to get up but keep falling into pits
I know its suicide, nothing much to gain
But it numbs my senses, ease my pain.
The tears have stopped, its been a while
But still haven’t manage to fake a smile
I lie when you ask me if I’m feeling okay.
I don’t want to seem needy, I want you to stay.
I don’t want to hurt you or damage my pride
By confessing I’m lonely and feel hollow inside.
So I’ll keep up the act and say the appropriate lines,
And avoid the cliche, obvious signs.
Except for this poem, in which I’ve confessed
If you look past this mask, I’m clearly depressed.