Broken.

I'm falling, sinking, drowning of some sort,
With thoughts of poison that do nothing, but hurt.
The feelings are not the same, not returned in any way,
I have restrained from saying nor will ever say.
Oh those filthy disgusting words on the tip of my tongue,
The forbidden songg I regret to ever have sung.

Tears no longer come as my solem release,
Leaving me falling apart piece by broken piece.
My soul screams out as I sit alone in the dark,
Terrified and trapled over I lay appearing completely unmarked.
How I wish I could disapear from this place,
To transform, to gain perfect hair and a perfect face.

Its not as if they would miss me.
In fact, they would be happy that I'm gone,
The one who always held them back from doing what was wrong.
I don't exactly fit in, you see,I'm different from the rest,
My broken pleas and begging show how I've failed my test.

It doesn't show through to the outside, for I don't let it,
The dying me deep inside to a point to where I hope I do not regret it.
I have my reasons, they are my burden to bear,
They have enough problems to deal with without adding mine onto beware.
So I'll hold my masked face high,
And with nothing, but regret and sorrow, I will die.