He says it is just a rough patch I'm going through,
But why is it lasting so long?
I'm so sick of feeling so empty and alone.
My smile is always forced and the laughter is fake.
He's the only one that can tell if I have hurt myself,
He can pick it up by the first time I say "Hello."
He helped me through the days when I just wanted to give up.
Telling me that it'll be ok and you'll get through it.
He convinces me that it's ok, then reality sets in,
And the pain continues, over and over.
Sometimes I feel like life's not worth it,
And I should just give up and stop trying.
Then I see everyone I have there and I realise,
I realise what I'll be leaving behind.
I wish it would all go away, I'm sick of being unnoticed.
But I have to deal with it no one else does.
Some days I just get up and smile and pretend I'm fine.
They only believe what they want to.
No one can see my tears, no one is there to wipe them away!
