Barely Alive

This is one of my more deppressing works.

I keep hiding,
Lying,
Pretending.

Acting as if nothing is wrong; As if I am not hurting.

I keep the pain locked inside; Nobody knows.

They tell me their problems; They seak advice.

I won't cry; I won't even frown.

I'll simply turn it around; Cover it up once again.

My cold heart aches; I continue to just laugh.

My body cries out in starvation; I still smile.

I pretend to be happy; When in reality, I am practically dead.

The truth is vain; Shall it not be said.

For emptiness lurkes inside me from head to toe; I hate who I am.

So devisly lifeless; My body hurts and wants to collops.

Somehow though, I continue to stand; I endure the anguish.

Remain stable and steady on the outside; Honestly, on the inside; Everything seems to fall, and crash hard enough to kill.

I continue to hide,
Lie,
Pretend

-Mariah Shaye