The start of the middle.

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I sat here in front of the camera silently crying and you didn't notice.

The quality was bad so you didnt see my tears thank god.

But you did notice i couldnt smile

If i did my eyes would tell different

I sat here crying doubting all of who i was

I felt as if everything was a lie

A cloth in front of my eyes

I dare not sniffle or wipe my tears

Because you would start asking questions

I sat here with a burn in my chest and an ache in my weak heart.

Depression attacked once more and I wouldn't even think or crying for help.

Why would I.? Didn't the tears say enough for you.? Or did you not notice because I was nothing bit a blip on the monotor.?

I've sewn my lips shut and built my walls high.

Because tonight, I'm 'fine'

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