My Art Book (Old)

It's Just My Reality

Everyday...

I imagine a world where we are safe again...

In my hand...

Is blade that I used to give me the relief I need...

The blood drops down into a small puddle

Stop being weak!!

Smile and show you are strong

But in this world of limited choices...

What will it take just to smile once again?

What will it take...

Just to pull...

Off this mask?

Have I made everybody believe that I was okay?

But if they're here...

It's gonna be hard to fool them anyway...

When I can't even scream my own feelings...

What good are words..

When a smile hides my sobs?

And if this world won't even end me...

What will it take just for me to show them all?

Does my heart...

Only hide me from those who are dear to me?

Is it love...

If I lie to you?

Or is it love if you help me free?

The blood drops down into a small puddle

How can I fight against my reality?

If you could hear the sound of my screaming...

What do you call love in my reality?

And in this cruel reality...

If I cannot seem to tell you...

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