On the outside I smile
I joke
I laugh
I act like everything is okay
But inside I am hurting
I don't know what's wrong
And no one seems to notice
Does anyone even care?
A heavy weight
Settles on my heart
Making it harder
To pretend I'm fine
But I must do alright
Because still no one's noticed
They all continue with their lives
Just like I want them to
And I'll keep on smiling
And joking
And laughing
Until I drown
There's a silent plea
Stretching from my lying lips
To anyone who will listen
Save me
But no one is there
No one sees me
And so I'll keep on pretending
Until the end
AN
I wrote this out of stress, not depression or whatever. It kind of sucks though, that no one notices my stress at all.
Except a few friends, one of which doesn't even live in the same state as me.
You know who you are.
Thanks :) <3
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