I’m ok

Yeah that’s it

I’m fine

Don’t worry

See this smile

Everything is fine

Got to keep

Standing

When I feel

Like I could pass out

Got to keep

Smiling

When everything

Just hurts so much

Walk slow

They won’t notice

The truth

They keep asking

I keep lying

Do I really

Look so weak

Like how I feel

But I must lie

I must act strong

I have no reason

To feel this way

I have to

Stand strong

For they

Not to worry

Even if

It hard

To move

Hard to

Breathe

I must keep

Going

I can’t be weak

If I allow it

It’ll come out

The real thoughts

That linger

Over my head

The thoughts

That say…

End it.

…

There’s days where I’m both emotionally and physically weak. I try so hard to not make people worry. And I try to stay strong. Because during these moments, suicidal thoughts are at their strongest. And are the times I actually contemplate Going through with it.

I do try to take measures to not commit suicide, but it does get hard. That’s why I have to keep writing. I have to keep pushing past all the pain my body feels. Keep pushing past all the emotional downs.