When I'm Gone, Don't Bother Pretending to Miss Me.

Behind this smile,
lies a tortured soul.
But I'm done waiting,
to become whole.
No one's here to help me,
to see through my smiles and laughter.
So I'm not going to waste my time dreaming.
Because they'll never come true.
Because, no matter what,
there's no help for me.
I can't stop smiling,
and I can't stop laughing;
pretending to be happy.
Because no one needs to know of my pain;
of the darkness taking my heart;
or of my scars and suicidal plans.
It's not that I don't want to burden them,
it's that I know they wouldn't care.
And I can't take that again.
So I'll keep pretending to be happy,
and let them keep pretending to like me.
It seems better this way.
But I can't keep telling them lies.
So they'll see my pain soon,
they'll know my smile wasn't real..
after my suicide.
I won't be here much longer;
I just can't take it.
I'm done holding on,
when I should've let go ages ago.
I just can't take this.