NotYetTitledAsThisIsMyFirstAttemptAtWritingInAWhile

God help me,
I feel I may slip further into insanity.
Locked inside a darkened mind,
Not a hint of light found inside.
Not yet craving deaths release,
Simply desiring a moment's peace.
Yet dreams offer to reprieve,
So I spend my waking hours struggling to breathe.
Suffocating under the weight on my heart,
As I feel myself fall apart.
Yet I'll always try to smile,
and I'll even laugh once in a while.
I'll put on a facade,
A mask that I've made,
Making others believe everything okay.
So they feel safe walking away.
And I can sit in the monstrous place,
Broken inside but there's a smile on my face.