Hard to say

I told them
that I am dying inside
been at the edge before
have spent nights looking at the sky
Every time I run out of words
when I try to say, I try.
Don't look at me with hope
Because I don't want to watch it die

I spend the moments
trying to lift my shoulders
pull the corners of my mouth up
And it's hard to pull off this act
getting worse as the days go by
becoming more of a stranger inside
becoming more of an empty shell

I am shouting and screaming
"Take me away"
But you don't see
because it's dark where I hide
In the morning I don't want to open my eyes
But I do in hopes of finding the side
What am I supposed to do
When I pick a pen whose ink has dried.