Sick

I'm sick of smiling faces
and warm hello's
why cant I just drown in my own sorrow
I cant stand this ache left behind
from feeling so alone
the covers may keep me warm at night
but i find no comfort in simple delights
because the truth always creeps upon me
when I am at my best
and reminds me I don't deserve to smile



*Needs work sometimes What I want to say is just as  hard to write as it is to say.*