Going, Going, Gone Poem by Zog Gascoigne

You all think im doing OK,
But i just act that way,
You all think I'm happy,
But inside i feel so crappy.

My world is getting colder,
As I'm getting bolder,
None of you notice,
That I'm going under.

I wish I'd let you know,
Had the guts to show,
How i really felt,
But now the cards have been dealt,

Here comes the pain,
Thud, hit the rocks again,
Now you sense something's amiiss,
You finally notice,
But it's too late now,
It's over,
I'm gone.