Broken

I hurt in places you cannot see. I have a monster inside of me.

This monster is what is left, of the girl I used to be.

I still wear her face, I still use her name. But she and I, are not the same.

She was whole, I am broken.

She was happy, I am not.

She loved life, I wish to leave it all behind.

I am a stranger to myself.

I feel like I am falling apart, Yet I am unable to ask for help.

I hide it all behind a smile, No-one cares enough to see the truth.

But even if they did see, I would lie, say it is fine. Because it is far easier to lie, Than to admit how broken I truley am.

I don't want to die, But I no longer want to live.

All I can do is keep it inside, And live a lie.

But the monster will not stay contained, She demands to be let out sometimes.

And when she is unleashed, I hate it.

For she wants me to die, But cannot bring herself to do it.

And sometimes, I wish that she would do it, So that this pain inside would end.