People look at me and assume that nothing is wrong with me.

I could fool everyone by just faking a smile.

No one ever seam to ask "what's wrong?"

Because no one knows what really goes on behind closed doors.

No one knows that a drank a bottle of pills last night.

No one knows am waiting for my moment to come.

That moment where I quit breathing.

That moment where I go into the after life.

The moment where everyone now notices me. 

The moment where I die. And everyone starts missing me now.

Why didn't no one listen to me?

I cried for help. I cried out loud.

No words need to be said, my tears told my story.

No one seamed to care though.

Buy everyone cares now that am gone.

But what can they do now? Am gone.

You could have saved me if you had just giving me 5 minutes if your time.