I may smile, I do
But the fact that you can't see past my lie kills me

My cuts may scar.
My scars may fade.
But my pain lives on.

I told a girl my pain and she asked why do you try to act so strong all the time then? I answered with i havent been acting strong, you just havent seen how i really am....

So many tears i can't see the lies so many lies i can't see the truth

The words wont come, the actions that want to be free, the one locked inside the withering heart

The tears i want to shed wont come, only the silent emptyness surrounds me, drowing in my past of lies.

The feeling of yelling and screaming so hard but only the friged tears come running down

As the sea of happyness flows along im left alone with no words or sounds

You're right there, but too late for the black has found you.

Most of the time, the only person saving you is yourself...

-from my poem Little Girls Eyes-