getting so good at lying i dont know who i am

im able to draw a smile but only with a broken crayon

 

and im really trying to get better as best as i can

but my body is struggling to live with a mind that craves to give in

 

its a constant battle that i fear has no end

im fighting with myself and its to the point i dont care who wins 

 

just let this misery come to an end

whether i live or die at least one side will win 

 

if you come inside my head youll find

that the darkest dungeons are inside my mind 

 

im trapped but starting to like the view 

as i realize there is nothing i can do 

 

 

Been almost a year since I wrote this and I am in a much better mental state. I have never shared this poem so thank you for taking the time to read it!