If I gave into this? If I lose myself to this? Would you miss me or the thing I pretended to be? Would you even care to know who the real me is? The one lying under the mask? The one the smiles so bright. The one that is so postive.
You tell me that you wish to be like me. Miss strawberry sunshine but Im nothing but a lie an mask to cover; to never show you the pain the lines that cover my legs, the bruises, self inflicted pain. Would you even care if I lost myself to this to this feeling?....this pain?..this helplessness?
I'm tired of hiding but if I don't you will cry. Ask questions that I don't have the answer to.
So lose yourself she whispered to me in the mirror as one more surface is stained red. Lose yourself to this feeling and cover back up went you let it out. Stain it red but Miss sunshine you will wear one more once you cross the threshold to viewing eyes.
Lose yourself just for moment
