there is a sinking pit in my chest
i walk around like its not there
i talk like its not there
i act like its not there
so naturally people think i'm fine
that's okay i'm the one to make them think that of me
but the thing is when they treat me
like i never get hurt
like i'm never affected
like their words dont slowly kill me
behind closed doors i'm the one to restrain my cries for help
that's okay i'm the one to make them think i'm fine
but at the end of the day there are things that make me feel better
there are healthy ways to deal with my pain and sorrow
