They ask if I am ok,
The answer is always "I'm just tired"
But they don't hear through the silence
They don't hear the silent 'Of everything' that quickly follows
If you look past the screen,
You'll see my invisible tears,
If you listen past the silence,
You'll hear my silent pleas,
Oh, the pain of one so silent,
Oh, this pain won't leave,
Oh, why does it this pain torture me so,
Oh, I wish the pain would go away,
Oh, why is the pain the only thing that stays the same?
Oh, the pain leaves for a little, bit it always returns,
It teases me with hope, but then reality comes comes crashing in,
They break down my walls so the pain can sneak back in,
Oh, my walls are crumbling under the pressure,
Oh, my life is falling apart, but who will fix me?
So please, stop asking if I'm okay,
I'm tired of lying.
A/N: The one who smiles the most is sometimes the one who cries the most.
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The Story Of My Life
RandomThis is my depressing little journal, I needed somewhere to put all my depressing thoughts, and so this was born.