It's over

I was filled with total emptiness,
And there was nothing I could feel,
Except from the constant pain,
Telling me my nightmare was real.

The others didnt notice a thing,
They saw no cause to worry,
My smile had them all convinced,
Yet my arms told a different story.

I knew I could never share my secret,
Because they would never understand,
Theres no easy way to tell someone,
That you want to die by your own hand.

I held on to what life I had,
But things just kept getting tougher,
So I shut my eyes to everything,
But I still continued to suffer.

And now as I sit and write this,
I know the pain has eased at last,
But the scars still remain on my arm,
To remind me of the past.