Only sometimes
I only want to die sometimes
The other times I want to cry
So, I'm either writing rhymes
Or wishing that I would die
Smiling seems to be a chore
When I frown, I feel at home
And so, when I close the door
Ignore it and leave me alone
I sleep because I'm done with life
But too much of a coward to end it
I can never pick the knife
And space my skin out like an indent
I'm a fraud behind a mask
Everyone assumes I'm good
That’s my answer when they ask
I hide my tears under my hood
My darkest thoughts behind a joke
My screams at night behind a smile
My beat-up soul between the smoke
My cut-up heart among my style
Suicide is not a choice
Only cause I'm not that tough
So, I live hearing the voice
Telling me I'm not enough