They smile
They laugh
You think, "If only that were me"
But what you don't know is how much they hide
Hidden behind that fake façade is a lover who can't love
Someone who is simply alive, not living
Hidden behind their smile is a migraine. And people, the voices in their head saying, "Nobody loves you"
And them believing ALL of it. Wanting so desperately to love and be loved
Behind their laugh, is anxiety and depression. Building up. Rising
Everybody can see, but no one cares
At least they didn't. Not until everyone saw the damage it had caused
The scars. The noose. The pills. The gun
All used to end the pain. Finally
The blood from the cuts and the gunshot mixing together. The noose cutting off the breath. The pills making sure they'll never come back.
Never come back so they can remember the love they never saw
