twisting downward,
or maybe i'm falling.
i hate this cycle.
fake smiles
and forced laughs,
pretending i'm okay.
no one knows i'm hurting.
i don't believe a word you say
i know you're lying,
you don't care about me,
you don't care what i do.
stop lying.
and the pills are nestled in my hand,
over-flowing onto my bed.
i've counted them all.
this time i won't screw up.
this time i will be gone...
stop trying to stop me.
don't tell me you'll die too.
you don't care.
you can't care
about me.
yet, through my hot tears,
i glimpse something there
to hold on to.