Stomach aching, body shaking.
Can’t you see the tears I’m faking?
Cloudy eyes and clenched throat,
I must be faking this hurt.
Dizzy heart, out-of-body feeling,
Why, I’m such a liar, aren’t I?
Darkened thoughts and empty soul,
I’m such a liar,
No one can hurt and not feel this much at the same time.
So this rope
Around my neck
And sleeping pills falling out of my limp grasp,
They must be phantoms.
After all, I’m a liar.
It couldn’t be that this is too much,
That your lack of trust has gotten to me.
Since you never believed
That I was hurting like this,
(You never trusted my words.)
All I have left is to show you
How much I hurt.
There goes my neck!
The chair that I kicked
Lies sideways on the floor.
Don’t worry, it was quick.
Just a little snap of my neck.
You stare on in horror
At the dripping letters,
Your voice shakes as you read it.
“I confess, you all were right.
I never was hurting,
I was in agony.
You never believed that I was in pain.
Why would you take time out of your day
To help me?”
You stop as they dial 911, but force yourself to go on.
“It’s not like I needed a friend.
Bottling it in is the best ever!
Especially when you’re hanging on to life
By a tether.
But that tether is cut.”
Now do you believe me?
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