The holes in me
I don't think you understand the holes in me,
The mask I wear, the cracks beneath,
The feelings you have left behind,
Things you do not want.
Just a little thing can take me back,
To when the sun rose, black,
Little things I do not need you to know,
Concerns, fears, even petty little things,
They're enough to leave me depressed.
Every day I wake hoping,
Hoping things will be okay,
Praying I don't fall apart.
Why should I listen?
Why can't I leave?
Why won't the words bounce right back?
When they do, why don't they hurt?
