poems

pain inside,

the things I see,
are in me,
you may think I need a shrink,
because my thaughts make me think,
about the pain that I feel,
I hold inside what I hide that way no one can see I've died,
so please be scared no one cared,
you see I've died,
I hurt inside,
you see I've tried,
to survive in this world,
no matter I see how much it curled.