Truth

I never said it out loud,

my deep dark thoughts are too deep dark and down.

I know they’d never let me out

If I spoke them out

I just wanna die,

always contemplating suicide.

I think it would be best.

Much better than the rest

If I could take a pill, then get buried alive-

so then I’d finally die.

Maybe they would cry

But it’s too late- goodbye.

I don’t survive this time

I feel like a mime.