Honourable Death

Everyone wants to be laughing until their very last moment so I'll do the same- only my death is internal.

Late at night when the world is fast asleep

In my mind the thoughts start to creep

There's nothing I can do so I start to weep

Drawing lines on my body that go too deep

Late at night when I am all alone

In my mind I explore the unknown

From cheek to cheek a smile was sewn

But I rip the stitches out and then I groan

Filled with despair

But no one seems to care

Filled with hate

But to everyone I'm great

Early in the morning when I come alive

It's hard to see but I'm dying inside

Plaster on a face, pretend there's a drive

For something in life towards which I can strive

Early in the morning when you see me

The person I show is who I want to be

But listen as I state my plea

This is not the real me you see

Filled with despair

But no one seems to care

Filled with hate

But to everyone I'm great

Filled with despair

But no one seems to care

Filled with hate

And at this rate

I will never be feeling great

The End

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