Upon my face,
I wear a smile;
Hiding my pains
For quite a while.
Keep others away,
For they might see
What truly lies
Inside of me.
I'm hurt and I'm frail.
I'm ugly and weak,
And these are the secrets
I must not let leak.
I put up my walls;
Keep everyone out.
For surely, this is
How this came about.
I let down a wall
To let someone in,
But that's when the drama
And depression begin.
Over and over,
I feel all the pain.
The pain that they deal while
I let them remain.
I keep on believing
It will all turn around
As my heart keeps on breaking,
Then falls to the ground.
It is now that i feel
So numb and alone.
Like my feelings were stripped
Right down to the bone.
So here I now stand,
So naked, so bare.
I've been hurting so long,
There'll be no repair.
So that's why I feel
No fun and no life,
And that's why you'll find me
Here, holding this knife
Brittany Reedy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-living-corpse-2/
