If I was gone would they see
I wasn't that happy girl
I didn't think of myself as a beautiful girl
My confidence was small
That I faked my smiles and laughter
I cried at night
My obsession with books, music, YouTube and anime
Was my escape. Would they see I want to be asked
If I was OK. To be forced forwards
I needed to be talked to
Would they see I was dying in my shell
Would they see all the stress built up
And would they see all the pain I kept inside,
All the hate and anger. Would they see how I accepted
Everyone. Would they see all the times I was betrayed
Would they see all my thoughts
Would they see all my worries
Would the see my cuts that were never made
Would they see my bruise
Would they see all my lies
No they wouldn't because when we die our faces are cover in make up
They would see all my smiles, Laughter, hugs and how I was
never weak for long time, how I was able to talk to anyone
They would fall for the lies I've said.
Good thing I'm live to let them know but when do I say those words
That I'm dreadful to say
