I Find

I find I have to act happy

Even when I want to die

I find I wear a smile

Even when I want to cry

I find I can't quite cry

When I wish I could

I find I want to cut myself

When no one thinks I should

I find I always try to hide

My pain behind a grin

I find I just want

To tear apart my skin

I find I'm always on edge

Waiting on the bad

I find I have more comfort

In sitting being sad

I find I'm running

Out of space to write

Now I'm wrestling with myself

Goodbye or goodnight.