Its like I'm stuck on this line.
Trying to decide to be honest or just say I'm fine.
Do I keep trying?
Or do I attempt dying?
Do I always have to pretend I'm strong?
Or should I continue playing along?
Do I keep faking my smile?
Can I stop for a little while?
Can I just put the mask down?
For one night, can I just leave this town?
Can I just escape the hurt and pain?
Evacuate all the memories to tough to name?
Being alone is so, so hard.
It's left me broken and scarred.
I know I shouldn't cut my own flesh.
Yet every cut so fresh.
The only way to quiet the voice lurking within.
Reminding me of every failure, every sin.
When I'm with my real friends, I'm okay.
The pain is eased and I want to stay.
Ghostly figures taunt me in my dreams.
Reviling to me all their evil, devious schemes.
Thoughts bounce all around inside.
I try to push them aside.
I try to ignore the emotions they make me feel.
I try to block it out and act like I'm made of steel.
But the feelings won't disappear.
My mind so unfocused and unclear.
Then there's lies people are saying.
Some of my "friends" have been betraying.
Words like daggers into my heart.
Cutting each and every inch apart.
I just want to be happy again.
But even when I was younger, was I really happy then?
