The echoes of the past
keep coming back to haunt me
like a child's cry
ripping through the night
the tears keep falling
bleeding me dry
killing me from the inside
The mask that I have molded from the faces all around me
breaks like my fragile heart
stealing consciousness from me
I fight so hard to
make it better
nothing's working
my face grows wetter
I know inside
I'll be alright
But till then...
I cry
