I'm sitting alone, but when am I not? With the utter silence, being mocked by this empty damned cot. But what can I say? What can I do? I sit here in silence, but I'm just missing you. Tears stream down my face, how pathetic am I? Pretty damn stupid if I can't help but cry. Maybe I'll drown in these fucking tears. Maybe I'll cut, or have a few beers. No, I'd never cut, never stoop so low. No matter how down, I'd never let it show. It's who I am to suck it up, to never show them me. I say I'm fine and put on a face, it's what they want to see. But we all need to open up, need some way to vent. I can't speak out, can't let them know, I'm just hopelessly bent. What's wrong with me, where did I go astray? Why am I different, why do I pay? Whatever, it's fine. It has to be. I'll hide my face and cover up the real, true me.
