The Mask I Wear


There is a mask that I put out to the public,
It hides the inner me.
I cannot go on wearing it.

I want to take my own life,
Maybe then this mask will be lifted
With the crimson blood that spills on my feet.

I am so depressed, that even the sun hurts
I cannot even stand to be in the light
Of the lamp on my bedside table.

I wish I could take the pain
And shove it way down,
But I cannot, for into my life it creeps.

I cannot go on
The pain is so blinding
I have lost all feeling

I have lost all hope.


Published on April 27, 2006 in