My Secret Life Poem by David Adams

My head is in a mist
I have tried to slit my wrist
I punch brick walls with my fist
I am often feeling down
I normally wear a frown

But this I rarely show
Very few will ever know
I just go along with the flow
I always feel alone
I hate being in the friend zone

I sit and wonder why
What is left but to die
Or sit up all night and cry
I have tried to be tough
But this is not enough

I contemplate my life
I goto grab a knife
I think I am better of dead
This is all in head
So I persevere instead.