maybe if


maybe if i dont say i am, i wont be.

maybe if i pretend to be happy, i will be.

maybe if i keep building these walls, i'll be protected.

maybe if i stopped taking them pills, i'll be fine.

maybe if i bin the blades, the blood will stop gushing out.

maybe if i say i ' i cant do this anymore', he'll be safe.

maybe if buy these bracelets, the scars wont show.

maybe if  i lie, the truth will go away.

maybe if i create this false reality, surreality will take over.

maybe if, maybe if! 

the truth is, i am depressed, suicidal, sad and fucked up. 



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