My fake smiles on those frames glare at me.
Biting my tongue not to cry, I don'��t want to give in.
Tears are stubborn, though, and my eyes drown in them.
They think it'��s the pressure, but they don'��t know the truth.
Feeding them lies has stopped all the questions.
My trust has been shattered by their denial,
Encouraging me to sew up my heart when it rips.
Lying to myself, whispering everything is just fine.
Sitting up, staring at the pictures in my head.
My mind empties, allowing the images to fill me.
Pain snaps at my heart, slowly building up, making me lifeless
In the darkness of four in the morning.
There's no time, there's never enough.
My facade begins to fall, and there'��s not enough needles to sew it back up.
My soul escapes then, leaving me numb.
Laying my head back, I close my eyes and finally dream, hoping tomorrow will be better.
