The song of the unfortunates

Survive

I find it funny how a smile can conceal my broken heart,

And how masking feelings has become a secret art,

Would you've seen it coming? I know that I disguised it well

But now I have fallen down, deep into the pits of Hell.

Thinking nothing of the tear in my brown eyes,

Little do you know, they're a great disguise,

"Are you alright?" "Yes" I'll reply

No one hears the scream of my internal cry,

I know there's no hope and no faith to give,

I feel no reason and no purpose for my soul to live,

Please help me to feel a little more secure,

Please help be a little bit more pure,

If only you could hear my mind screaming out in pain,

I'm sure the sound of it would drive you insane,

And now I'm thinking "Do I even deserve to live?"

And now I'm thinking "What chance do I have to give?"

I was so innocent until that event

And now I have an indent on my present,

And though I'm still standing alive,

I don't know how much longer I will survive.