The Real Me

Everyone is happy and full of life
Is that suppose to be right?

I put on a mask to hide my true-self
Inside I scream for help

Nobody will now the real me
Will they ever see?

I wonder why I'm still here
but the end of my life is near

I put the knife in my heart
I couldn't keep my mask since it was hard

As I sit in the rain
I know the pain will go away.