Everynight the mask crumbles
I become the real me,
That I try to hide from the world
All the thoughts run through me
like a raging river
Shall I pick up the knife again
to release all of my sorrows
Will it, once again, refresh me?
I feel helpless, lost
Like there is no purpose to my life
Shall I pick up the pills again
taking in a handful
hoping to have no worries,
drifting off into the unknown.
This sadness never leaves
You may think the smiles are real
the laughs, the jokes
But inside there's a different girl
frightened to admit she wants help
all the people judge and accuse
they don't understand what's going on inside
This is why
The mask goes back up with every new day
Never telling anything
Keeping it to myself
that I am really hurting
and slowly falling,
farther, and farther away.
--Shelby
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