On the Verge

you think I’m happy
when i smile
you need to understand
that i’m dead inside
there’s nothing there
except an empty shell
whose soul was lost
so long ago
to pain
to loss
to fear
to hate
what things you have to see
to realize that i’m gone
this world has left me
and i’m all alone
you can see the proof
just look at my arm
it tells you my life
and all that i’ve seen
the hurt
the burns
the beatings
the bruises
yet when you see me
you say i’m always happy
always smiling
never frowning
all you think is that
i led a normal life
but you don’t know
who i am inside
a person filled with
pain
sorrow
regret
misunderstandings
someone
who’s on the verge
of giving up life