The tears have been dried
My make-up reapplied...
Do they not realize I'm slowly dying?
The fake laughter I use when I feel like crying...
The water runs over bare skin,
Skin that is icy to the touch...
I like to think that I am sane
That I need no one to end the pain...
Please don't tell me I'm strong
because I am not...
I lay on the floor
she walks through the door...
Feeling my heart start to sink
My mind is so foggy, I can't even think...
I thought I saw in those eyes, these eyes
a reckoning...
My keen starring at the past;
is quaking my dreams of the future...
At the time of adversity galore,
bitterly he cries...
TALENTS IN SLUMBER:
Children of wearied giant mother...
I like to drink...
I can't really help this...