Distractions

Distractions, they work only for so long
they hide what you are feeling
pain

above the surface, you are gliding
below the surface
you are dying

no way to stop it
in the dead of night
with music and a pencil

you finally break
distractions, do not work
you can not fool yourself

they pain is there and you know it
distractions, trie to hide it with happiness
which only brings more pain

you try to forget
bringing more sorrow
distractions

you are content
untill later
in the dead of night