I gotta hide it
I need to fake it
I need to put on
The happy face
Wear the awful mask
So no one
Can see the hell
Burning through my veins.
No one wants to hear
About brokenness and despair
They only want to see
The plastic smile
To make themselves
Feel better.
Forget the fact
She’s dying inside
Forget the fact
She needs you so bad
Forget the fact
She needs an escape.
He wants to pour out
His soul to you
He wants tell you
Everything that’s wrong
In his life.
He just needs to know
Someone cares.
Gun in his hand,
He silently prays
That God give him just
One sign that
He really matters
Cause if not,
He’s ending it tonight.
All they need
Is someone willing
To go further
Than a quick, “Hey”.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
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