Everything has began to feel numb, cold and clammy
yet I not say a word to anyone.
About how I feel, how I worry, and how I wish I was dead - or at least feeling better.
I'm trapped. Trapped between wanting to lash out and calmly explain how I feel to someone.
I know that there is SOMEONE UP THERE who will always be with me and listen to me but...
I need another fellow human to be there for me too.
I want...to scream. But for neigh, I hold my tongue and keep my peace. Why? Why would someone want to listen to ME anyway?!
Oh...That's right. The real reason why know ones listen to me is because I constantly lie and say "I'm Fine!" or "I'm good!"
To spare them of having to listen to me - about everything.
They go ahead while I stay back and stay put in the same spot. Day after day.
I'm tempted, my fingers are itching to take a small knife and slowly slide it across the surface of my skin. But I won't do it because...I know that if I did it would hurt t