Behind Closed Doors...

The door closes, I am myself once again. No longer shall I pretend, my face is not tear stained.

Pretend that I'm still breathing; pretend that I'm ok. Pretend that I'm not dying, every single day

It gets harder to cry, my feelings buried deep inside. I pretend that I'm ok, that I'm not dying everyday.

Behind the door and my bed room walls I sit.
Just me.
I am different
Without anyone near.
Just me.
Dont be sad.
I'm ok.
Or I will be
Once I've died...