The Mask

The pain that burns inside of me
The pain no one will ever see
The pain I hide with long sleeves
The pain that I will always need

The blood that will always flow through my veins
The blood that will always appear when I’m outta my brain
The blood that will always trickle nicely from my wrist to the floor
The blood that will always appear more and more

The horror that I see in my mothers eyes
The horror I see behind all the lies
The horror as I look at my wrist
The horror that I’ve lived my life without a real hug nor kiss

The confusion when my father walked out the door
The confusion when mummy found out what I saw
The confusion when I heard sister scream and fall
The confusion as she killed herself as I start to bawl

The feelings I live with from the moment I was born
The feelings I dream from dusk till dawn
The feelings that make me wanna scream
The feelings that are pulling me apart at the seems

The mask I put on to hide the real me
The mask that saves me from my misery
The mask that hides from the world all that I’ve said
The mask that makes me think, my depressions, all in my head.