There was comfort in her arms
Holding me tight when the sounds of alarms would ring
In my mind
My eyes, always so bright
She used to compare them to the moonlight but now they're dull
I pretend to be happy for everyone else
I can't let them see me when I am down
So I hide away
Underground
Now she's gone and the words don't matter
I can't remember the last time I've heard my own laughter
But I can't forget
That they adore me so
But no one knows
It's all a show
So I keep smiling
I keep faking it
As long as they don't realize
I'll never quit
And I go on like this
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Metanoia
PoesíaMetanoia: [Noun] Change in one's way of life resulting from penitence or spiritual conversion. Poems, songs, and the occasional letter.
