if you look at me you see me smiling.
if you look at the surrounding world through my eyes,
you'll know what I'm living in.
a personal hell.
when my world comes crashing down,
maybe I'll survive,
maybe i should just surrender ?
iv turned to the worst and made it my best.
the sky not quite the right shade of blue.
my soul not as dark as it seems.
i just learned to hide myself,
lock everything iv ever felt away.
keep me to me.
only a bottle with pieces of paper telling everything about me,
knows the real me.
every morning a fake smile the first thing i put on,
hold it the rest of the day,
not acknowledging any pain.
the last thing i take off,
once i say goodnight to my family. i write my feelings,
cry the day over,
fall asleep.
once morning rises its time to do it all over again...