Covered in dirt
Crossing over a bridge
Awaiting a Eulogy
Like a faint whisper
Grab a loudspeaker
Somethings are
Better left unsaid
If you want my truths
Pick up my journals
And read my poetry
Because there ain’t nothing
Hiding there I hold back nothing
I kept a lot
To myself for good reason
I’ve always been good
At stuffing my suitcase
To thee brim
And throwing it in the closet
Jamming everything down
Numbing myself to the core
It’s hard being sober
If people knew how I truly
Felt deep inside
They’d probably run the other direction
And hate me like I’ve
Always hated myself
I put my mask on when I have to
Pretend I’m doing okay
Play there stupid games
When I’d rather just drift off
Into that dark corner off the room
Me myself and I
And the voices in my head
That I’ve dreaded all my life
Words best not spoken…