Suffercating

Here I'am once again.
Pouring my heart out through paper with only just this pen
cause I can't speak on my own, I need ryhmes to help me out
It seems as if people hear me better then when i shout

I got to speak from my heart
And not hide with another fake smile
I'm hurting deep inside
to the point its getting harder, and harder, to sleep at night
I'm suprise others haven't question my cries

Now a days it feels like I can't breath
It feels like my heart is breaking as I speak
This world is no longer familiar to me
I see it nothing but dark, and, gloomy

I'm shaking as I write this
I'm hoping I can still fight
And not break down again
But if I must be honest, it feels like I'm suffercating
And I just want this crap to end.