I often wonder
if I could go back in time
what would I tell myself
would I tell myself
to call for help
before the pain in my head
appeared on my skin
when the hurt I felt
fell within
would I ask myself
to take a break
from the things
that makes my head ache
would I tell myself
to keep up the strong face
the soul-crushing pace
no time to stop and take a breathe
but if I keep this up
it will surely mean death
not of the body
but of the mind
to many days
pretending I'm fine
a smile is what the world sees
a mask hiding the real me
preferred by years
of hiding my worries and fears
I learned to keep calm
while the storm rages on
although it's not enough
so close to giving up
©alicecho
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