When I laugh I actually want to cry.
I'm alive when I really want to die.
I'm scared when I'm the most fearless.
I'm tired when it's day when at night I'm restless.
I act normal when I'm really insane.
Can't you see that I'm dying every day.
It's hard for me to say,
that today I've lived another day,
lived another lie,
lived when I wanted to really fly,
fly up to the heavens,
away from this Earth.
My body lying,
in a pit full of dirt.
Where no one can judge me
for being so hurt,
by all of this painful,
horrible,
and cruel world.
