They would tell me my smile was like summer
But there was rarely ever joy behind it
They said my touch made them feel warmer
But I was always cold
They said my laughter made their days better
But my laugh was always empty
They told me I had helped them heal and recover
But I never showed them my scars
They said I made them realize that they were greater
But disappearing seemed the only option
They saw though me and tried to help
But I don't want help anymore
They tell me that I can speak to them
But I am afraid to tell them my pain
They know I am in pain
That I can tell
I am afraid to fall
But perhaps it is time I fell
