Getting By

It's rough but I'm getting by.
Putting on that happy face,
At least that's what I try
I know you think that's not the case.
I know you see right through it.
The frown is what you really see.
You can't get passed that my wrist is slit
You can't get passed it's me.
I'm screaming inside!
But look fine on the out.
Every night I 've cried
That I'm sure you know about.
I try to be cool, I try to be calm.
I try to hide all of this.
But inside I seem to tick like a time bomb.
As I can't do much but reminice.
I cry in my room
Late at night, all alone.
Having held it all in, all the hate, all the gloom.
And I know I messed up, like a spiralling cyclone.
It's over for me
This cyclone of doom
For I got help you see.
In this padded white room.