[SweetSuicide]

My face lies with fake smiles and false joy.
My soul longs for a single glince of hope.
I pour out lies just to make it through the day.
I want to be happy like I was many years ago.
The scars are proff of the worst of days.
The memories are signs of long gone days.
I'm lost and cold and broken iside.
I'm dead and lifeless all the time.
No one knows how I really feel inside.
No one can see what I have been through.
This is my cry for help and my final string.
This is my deciding chocie and the ice is gettin thin...

^^ I wrote it last night...