In my dark corner
I hide.
Alone in the darkness,
till the day I die.
They think I'm strong,
but deep within, I'm not.
Sorry to say, they're wrong.
My strenght is a shell
not easily broken.
But I drown in my own wishing well
as my heart lays stolen.
Here in my dark corner
I see what no one sees
I see my fear within
unable to find peace.
I laugh, when I'm actually crying.
I stand, when I'm actually falling.
I whisper, when I'm actually screaming.
I live, when I'm actually dying.
Happiness for me is not an option
my tears are still in motion.
I wonder what may break my shell.
Who could do it? Well,
I hope it's no one, for I don't want them to see
my weak heart that suffers with me.
