You bite your lip;
you keep pretending that you're made of stone.
You never let it show, but darling,
Somebody knows.
That wonderful facade',
That wonderful glow.
Always faking the smile, but darling,
At least somebody knows.
Reaching for the blade,
wishing to see that crimson glow,
thinking 'this is the last', but darling,
You already know.
Pull out your hair,
Scream your lungs out,
Cry for help, but darling,
No one knows.
Crying alone,
Silent sobs of a pain unknown,
Wishing to find words, darling,
So that at least you may know.
Silent sobs
so she can't hear me.
Shudder at the thoughts.
so many pulse right through me.
Could you save my life? |
Submission Name: Facade
